I Signed In For a Thousand Years, I Just Want To Get Away From the World

Outside the house, early winter arrived early, Banqiao Frost Road, finely shredded silver sand blowing all over the sky.

　　 Cheng Jingxin looked sideways out of the wooden window, it was snowing.

　　The garden is full of dead trees, all with silver flowers.

　　 She turned her head and looked at the senior on the bed, as well as the two mysterious beings, with complex expressions of expectation and tension in her eyes.

　　 This genius doctor wanders about, even if he has left Yaowanggu for several years, no one will intervene. After all, she is the valley master.

　　 But at this time, she only felt that a valley owner like herself was in front of these two people, and it didn't count at all.

　　 When did these characters emerge in this world?

　　 Inside the house, Xian Weng looked at Pangu.

　　 He has heard some deeds of this colleague, and he also understands what the ancient gods he inherited represent.

　　 Ancient God,

　　 is the unknown **** before the record.

　　No one knows what kind of identity they assumed and what they did in the extremely remote ancient times. All their information was swallowed by the unknown. The Supreme Doumu is, and this is Pangu.

　　 Therefore, those who have inherited the inheritance of the ancient gods belong to the mysterious category even in the Sifang Fudi.

　　 Similarly, Xian Weng also knows Pangu’s true identity, which is actually Xia Ji.

　　 But Sifangfudi keeps secrets about each other's privacy. No one will say much, because everyone has their own stories and secrets.

　　 At this time, the hut on Wudang Mountain was quiet, as if there was only the sound of falling snow outside and the gentle breathing inside.

　　The old way describes withered, lying down after closing your eyes.

　　 Xia Ji sat aside, his expression was hidden by the mask of the ancient **** of Sun, Moon, and Mountains, no one could know what he was thinking.

　　 Xianweng coughed suddenly, and slowly said: "Pangu, there are some things you need to decide."

　　 Cheng Jingxin only felt her heart tight. As a doctor, she knew the meaning of these words more clearly.

　　 Xia Ji didn't answer, but turned his head to look at the old way.

　　 The old way was stunned, then he reacted, with a weak smile, and whispered: "Xianweng, it's okay, please tell me here."

　　 Xia Ji nodded at Xianweng.

　　 Xian Weng said: "After a long time of conditioning, the old man's body has become balanced, but the poison is completely unsolvable.

　　 But, I have a way to suppress toxins in this old gentleman's body, but after the suppression, the old gentleman's skills will be completely abolished, and he will be an ordinary person in the future... and how long you can live as an ordinary person depends on your fate. "

　　 Xia Ji looked at the old way.

　　 Old Dao smiled and said, "Pan Dao never thought that he could survive, but now he has lost his life."

　　 Xianweng said: "Then please arrange an undisturbed quiet room, I need one day and one night."

　　 "Thank you Xian Weng."

　　...

　　...

　　 The western suburbs of Mount Emei.

　　 swish swish...

Whizzing...

　　 Many shadows flew across the snow-covered grass.

　　 Feixue 簌簌, dyed his robe all white.

　　 Emei School and Yi Shitai are also among the crowd.

　　 During this period, she had already inquired that the two heads of the Kunlun Huashan faction had an accident. She also knew that all this was done by Kongtong, and she knew that Kongtong’s next target was her.

Kongtong Zong’s wood spirit actually sucked up Baihe Taoist and Lu Shanfeng, and Master He Yi felt that this person must be insulted, and although she also realized a lot of broken strange scenes, and her strength was advancing by leaps and bounds, she knew very well from the bottom of her heart. .

　　 All this is the feast of the Shannan Dao General’s Mansion.

　　 He Yishi is really quiet and inaction, so even with this power, he has not ignited the ambitions in his heart, nor has his personality changed drastically.

　　 To a certain extent, she is as old as the old way. She belongs to the kind of person who has a firm heart and no flaws in her heart.

　　 It's just that she can't catch it all.

　　 Zong Mu Ling absorbed those two people, and his strength was bound to be stronger.

　　 If she kept it, she would have to be sucked dry.

　　 Therefore, after learning the news, Master He Yi quickly reacted and took many disciples directly out of Mount Emei, rushing to Wudang from an emergency secret road that only she knew.

　　 Wudang Old Dao Dong Xuantong can still speak in Daoxiang, and his character is trustworthy. As long as he arrives in Wudang, he can shake out the "Zong Mu Ling" matter completely and let all parties be eliminated.

She chose Wudang because in ancient times, Wudang and Emei had a great relationship. The relationship between the two factions was good, and even had a long honeymoon period. Although the time is very long, many things have been diluted. Yes, but the upper echelons of the two factions still know this.

　　 At least both parties know that in times of crisis, the other party can be trusted.

　　 Master He Yi grasped the whisk too much, his figure was like flying, and many disciples followed her closely.

　　 A lot of snow dust behind was thrown away.

　　 Looking down from the sky, it can be seen that this is a long and narrow path from the back of the mountain, winding like a frozen snake.

　　The disciples are silent, closely behind Shi Tai.

　　 And just when he was about to reach the end of this path, Master He Yi suddenly stopped, and looked into the distance uncertainly.

　　 A piercing evil intention suddenly rose, and immediately screamed on the ground and rushed toward his face.

　　 Emei disciples were vigilant and looked into the distance nervously.

At the end of the mountain road, the two slowly walked out.

　　 One man and one woman.

　　 The man has red hair and stern eyes.

　　 The woman has a mediocre face, blurred eyes, with a smile that doesn't matter.

　　 The man seemed to be smiling but not smiling, faintly said: "I want to worship the mountain, why doesn't the teacher leave and leave the palace? Could it be that I no longer care about the relationship between my four families?"

　　 He Yishi's pupils were too tight, and his mind was violent.

　　 is Kongtong Zongmu Ling! !

　　 But, this is impossible...

　　 This secret road is not known to the disciples of Emei, how could Zong Muling intercept it here in advance?

　　 How did he know?

How does 　　 count time?

　　 This weird feeling is as if this rejuvenating red-haired man saw the future ahead of time, and then appeared at the right place at the right time... blocking her way.

　　 But, how can anyone in the world see the future?

　　 When her pupils were shining with shock, the woman in the white dress was always laughing, very happy, and very ear-piercing.

　　Zong Mu Ling stepped up with his hand in his hand, and said sharply: "I want to revitalize the four martial arts of ancient martial arts. Is the teacher too unwilling?"

　　 He Yishi took back his thoughts, waved the dust, and said: "How are you doing?"

　　 Zong Mu Ling showed evil spirit in his eyes, and said: "Taoist Baihe, Lu Zhangjiao has merged with me. At this time, I am missing the teacher too."

　　 and Master Yi frowned too much and scolded: "Zong Muling... are you crazy?

　　What is integration into one? Obviously you killed them and swallowed their power with the evil method! !

　　 Stop it, the magical height is one foot high and the road is one foot high. You have a long stretch for thousands of years, and there have been glories in ancient times.

　　 If you are like this at this time, wouldn't it be that you have tainted your reputation, you are certainly powerful, but if you are powerful with such evil methods, how can you explain to the ancestors and ancestors after death! ! ? "

　　 The air suddenly quieted down.

　　 Immediately afterwards, a disdainful sneer sounded in the snow.

　　 "Evil method?"

　　Zong Mu Ling said lightly, "It seems that the teacher has been closed for a long time, and I don't understand anything... In the ancient times, how many immortals were in groups? But they were all immortal Buddhas in Taoistic Buddhism, why?"

　　 didn't wait to answer with Master Yi too, he said directly: "Because our ancient martial arts school missed the opportunity! Missed the opportunity!

　　 That's why I missed the fairy buddha... I had to work behind closed doors, and then go back to the mountains and forests.

　　 The sect of Xuanhe once was also a monk, no one cares about it anymore! "

　　 He stepped forward and asked sharply: "What is the first opportunity?"

　　 "The great change in the world is the first opportunity!"

　　 "Evil method?"

　　 "Obviously it is the method of gods and buddhas, but the teacher has no eyes to know!"

"After I die, I can face the ancestors and ancestors. But how about the teacher? If the ancestors and ancestors ask, "This is such a great change in the world, my ancient martial arts have seized the opportunity to rise with the trend", how should the teacher be? Reply?"

　　 "I have been practicing hard since I was a child, and now for 80 years, it has just happened to be such an opportunity. I have never wasted, Master...have wasted?!!!"

　　Zong Mu Ling questioned as he stepped forward. The blood raged all over his body, and the river of broken blood covered the square like a rising tide. Among them, many cold wreckages were vaguely seen.

　　 These wrecks are more and more solid than before.

　　 Obviously, Zong Muling has digested the power of Kunlun Baihe Taoist and Wudang Lushanfeng, so these will be more in the broken scene.

　　Because he received powers similar to those of empowerment, he did not pass the normal "go through the ninth level, then merge the scenery with the ninth level", but "existing broken scenes, and then go through the ninth level to repair".

　　 However, the three different ninth orders also show to some extent that this "different scene" is composed of three types of similar scenes.

　　 Blood River, corpse... These are two scenes.

　　 The degree of solidity shows that this wood spirit is just one step away from the fourth realm and fifth level.

　　 Most of the disciples of Emei are in the second realm. They were shocked by the mighty spirit of these four realms, they turned pale, their calves were softened, and they stepped back...

　　 If they can't frighten them and turn around and run away, they are already determined.

The crushing of 　　 ranks is not something that the will can contend.

He Yishitai did not back down, and her whole body suddenly burst into colorful radiance, red on the outside and purple on the inside, like a huge circle floating behind her. She seemed to have realized that, and said to many disciples behind her: "Run! !"

　　With her contending, many Emei disciples suddenly relaxed a lot, turned and left, Zong Muling did not stop him.

　　 After Master and Yi felt that his disciple was gone, he looked at the red-haired boy with compassion and said, "The poor nun never wasted time."

"Oh?"

　　 "Now that the trend is just getting up, you can't wait...Zong Muling, you were originally a respected elder, don't you ever feel that your heart has become a devil?"

　　 "Time does not wait for me, what is becoming a demon?"

"The sky is healthy, so you are constantly striving for self-improvement, the terrain is great, so you have a lot of virtue...Zong Muling, you use this power to force and win, what is self-improvement? You can't wait, what is a good virtue? I am the four schools of ancient Wu, It will be destroyed in your hands!!"

　　 He Yishi's voice gradually became harsher, she folded her hands together, and said, "Today, the poor nun can't stop you, but I want to stop you."

　　 After that, the teacher's yellow robe is fluttering, and the blood is burning frantically, while the broken multicolored light is suddenly hot like a fire and shining brightly.

　　 She walked forward without hesitation, carrying the radiant multicolored light and slammed against the river of blood on the corpse.

　　 Regardless of the ending, she will definitely die.

　　 But if you seek benevolence and benevolence, how can you regret this life?

　　...

　　...

　　 After a while.

　　Zong Mu Ling stood in a pool of blood, pinched He Yishitai's neck with his right hand, and held it in the air.

　　 But wave after wave of Baoguang strange scenes rushed towards the red-haired boy.

There is an indescribable fear in the eyes of Master He Yi, who seems to be asking, "How do you know that I am going to destroy my skills? How can you predict in advance, then avoid my blow, and control me at the same time? You... .What are you..."

　　Zong Mu Ling didn't speak, but with a smile, the blood flowed all over his body like the outstretched roots of evil tentacles, inserted into He Yishi Taiqiqiao.

　　 soon,

　　 He Yishi shrank too much, and the yellow robe shrank.

　　 She has been sucked up like a Kunlun Baihe Taoist and Wudang land mountain breeze.

Snapped.

　　Zong Mu Ling casually threw it away.

　　 Not every different scene can be swallowed.

　　 But his is just right.

　　 After receiving that strange initiation, he opened the remaining fragments of Kongtong's congenital gossip mirror, so... he had already used hexagrams to peek through all the subsequent scenes.

　　 "He Yi Lao Ni, if I hadn't known you were leaving here, you would have really escaped... If I hadn't known you would destroy yourself, you would have really succeeded.

　　Facts will prove that your sacrifice is worthwhile...

　　 No matter what the purpose of Tang Bancheng is, I will use this power to let the four gates of ancient martial arts rush out of the mountains and re-exhibit them before the world! ! "

　　Zongmu Ling bowed his head silently,

　　 For a long time, he muttered to himself: "Maybe I am wrong, maybe you are wrong... But in any case, all this needs someone to change. Zhenniang, are you right?"

　　 The girl in the white skirt behind him was stunned, then laughed happily and yelled softly: "Yes, yes, yes."

After 　　, the village girl in the white skirt smiled and said, "However, I really don't recommend that you go to Wudang...it will make the journey boring..."

　　 "Because Wudang has a strong enemy?"

　　 Zong Mu Ling smiled, he felt the surging power in his body and said, "I should rise to the challenge."

　　 "At the end of this year, I will let the world know that my four schools of ancient martial arts... have risen!"

　　...

　　...

　　 A few days later.

　　Xianweng suppressed the deterioration of the strange toxins in the old Dao's body with a secret method, leaving his life behind.

　　 It's just that all the skills of the old way are gone, the muscles are atrophy, and you need to sit in a wheelchair when walking on weekdays.

　　 After he retransmitted the position of the head teacher to Yuhezi, he settled in peace.

　　 Cheng Jingxin is not abandoning this brother, she is so old-fashioned, she still takes care of him carefully, taking care of his eating, drinking and living.

　　 Cheng Jingxin pushed him out from time to time, walking in the mountains, passing through the quiet room of the attic of Wudang Taiji Palace, looking at the young disciples, laughing and talking about things from many years ago.

　　 At that time, the old Dao was handsome and like to hide, so he was always jokes at the same door, just like Xia Ji, but Cheng Jingxin, the younger sister, liked to be with the old Dao.

　　 It's just that the old man of the year was a straight and overly strange man. He didn't understand the heart of the younger sister, and later the master passed him the position of instructor. He has been sitting in Wudang conscientiously and has been sitting for decades.

　　 At this time, I’ll look back when I’m old, and I’m content with seeing the younger sister still staying beside me.

　　 At the same time, he also has deep feelings of guilt towards his junior sister.

In this life, he is worthy of the dead teacher and Wudang, but he is sorry for the younger sister.

　　 But how quick is Cheng Jingxin's mind, how can she not guess the old way of thinking? So I picked a chance in my daily life to poke it away.

　　 poke open, it's all right.

　　 When the two get along day and night, they can be regarded as old and fulfilled their teenage dreams.

　　 Although life is tortuous, but when we are approaching the end, we can meet and accompany each other, so I really have no regrets.

only...

　　 The old way is now a mortal body, the body is extremely weak, and the day is not as good as the day.

　　 No matter how much Cheng Jingxin tried his best to treat, it was useless after all.

　　 After all, Wudang is not a fairyland. If it is adjusted in a place with sufficient aura, there may be hope to stabilize.

　　......

　　 In a flash,

　　 Several more days passed.

　　 Cheng Jingxin was walking outside with the old way, and suddenly saw Pangu visit again.

　　 "Since Dong Xuanzi has passed on the position of head teacher to Yuhezi, it is better to go with me to a place full of aura...just go there and you won't be able to return."

　　 Cheng Jingxin immediately bubbled up happily. Although this existence named Pan Gu was mysterious, it could be seen that he and the old way knew each other, and what such an existence said was absolutely true.

　　 He said that there is a place full of aura, so there must be.

　　 Cheng Jingxin pointed directly at herself, with the cute expression of the junior, leaning forward and wittyly said: "Senior Pangu, I... can I go together, where I can take care of the seniors."

　　 "Oh, yes, after I go, I can never return to the world... I only need half a day to take care of the funeral."

　　 Then, she saw Pangu visibly stunned, and then nodded.

　　 Cheng Jingxin was very happy immediately.

　　 But in an instant, she became worried again. What if the brother has a donkey disease again and refuses Senior Pangu?

　　 So, she carefully turned her head to look at the brother.

　　 Old Dao looked at Pangu and asked, "Will it affect you?"

　　 Xia Ji shook his head.

　　 The old road smiled and said: "Then you have to work, tomorrow noon, I can leave with you."

　　......

　　 The next day.

　　 Lao Dao and Cheng Jingxin both confessed the "future".

　　 then walked down the mountain with Pangu and disappeared halfway.

　　 The screen flashes.

　　 Lao Dao and Cheng Jingxin were still between the steps of Wudang Mountain one second before, and the next second they were in a virgin forest-like world.

　　 Both their expressions changed.

　　 Cheng Jingxin felt the incomparable aura here, and her face was pale, and she felt warmth in her heart. She only felt that she was many years younger and became a little girl, very excited.

　　 "Brother, the aura here is so strong..."

　　 "Senior Pangu is really amazing!"

　　 "Wow, this is... this is the spiritual flower in the legend recorded in the medical books."

　　 "Wow, this tree, this tree is a spiritual tree, as long as you make a slight opening in the tree, you can overflow the sap. This sap can completely heal human flesh and bones."

　　 Cheng Jingxin jumped up happily, holding the thick and black tree, holding his legs tightly, and couldn't get down.

　　 This is the nature of a genius doctor.

　　 On the other side, the old Dao's eyes also showed shock.

　　Because the aura here... is really terrifying.

　　 Even if his skill is completely useless, even if his body is weak, if he can live here, his life span can be extended for a long time, let alone a few years, maybe it can be extended for decades.

　　 The two watched Pangu walk into a dense forest, and clapped their hands at the crowded woods.

　　 After a while, every tree in the woods rose up from the ground and quickly circled into a clearing circle.

　　 Then the dryads began to build wooden houses quickly.

　　 While the two of them were watching in shock,

　　 Xia Ji took off the mask, then knelt down in front of the old man, bowed his head and said: "The disciple is not filial, and you have suffered."

　　 The old way seemed to have expected it, he shook his head slightly, and then said: "Get up!"

　　 Xia knelt very persistently.

　　The old way looked at him calmly and said: "I raise you young, you raise me old, one drink and one peck, is it a certain number...This is already complete, why should I talk about suffering?

　　 If it weren’t for you, Wudang would have been wiped out when the demon surrounded the mountain, right?

　　 How many things you have done for Wudang for me, I may not be able to say them one by one, nor can I say exactly...

　　 But, the poor and the Dao all understand.

　　 In a place that is invisible to anyone or even anyone, you should be fighting those things, right?

　　 Poor way, to have a disciple like you, really...sansheng is fortunate. "

　　 The old Dao was talking, his beard and hair moving, his old eyes with tears, he turned the wheel forward and helped his disciple up.

　　 The two are named mentors and apprentices, and they are like father and son.

　　 At this time, everything is unspoken, and all kinds of misunderstandings and obstacles have been released and become harmonious.

　　 Aside, Cheng Jingxin, who was holding the tree, was completely dumbfounded.

　　 She just screamed "Senior Pangu" in a cute tone of younger generation.

now...

　　 This has been going on for a long time, but it's Xia Ji?

　　 Cheng Jingxin only felt ashamed to see people.

　　 She suddenly thought of something and suddenly jumped down from the tree: "No, you weren't tortured by the demon fire before, you weren't..."

　　 Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the old way.

　　 "Junior Sister!!!"

　　 Cheng Jingxin:......

　　 The old way doesn’t let her ask.

　　 And she had a vague guess.

　　The genius doctor immediately looked at the burly hill-like man in front of him with a faintly resentful look, and said quietly: "That's a nice boy, he's so strong..."

　　 Xia Jidao: "Sister, please live here with peace of mind from now on. If you come to Japan for a long time, Master may not have no chance of recovery."

　　 The old way coughed twice.

　　 Cheng Jingxin's fingers clicked at each other and said: "That... is still the younger sister, I am still your master's younger sister now."

　　 Xia Ji smiled and said, "Master's sister, referred to as "shiniang"."

　　 Suddenly, the veteran and genius doctor blushed.

　　...

　　...

　　 In the crimson river of blood, the many wreckages are slowly growing and condensing, turning into floating corpses half-floating on the river of blood instead of the previous fragments.

　　 And this river of blood is turbulent, turning back and forth, swirling in the center of the young man, turning into a savage and evil scene.

　　 If a mortal sees it, he will be horrified, cold and trembling all over his body, or fainted by foaming at his mouth.

　　Zongmu Ling sits in a valley in Kongtong Mountain,

　　He let out a long sigh of relief.

　　 slowly opened his eyes.

　　 Four realms and five levels, success! !

　　 He has completely digested the power of the three schools of Emei, Kunlun Huashan, and has broken through to the point where he didn't dare to think before.

　　 It’s only one month before the end of the year, and it’s time to set off for Wudang.

　　 As he sets off, all the information will be released.

　　 Everyone will know that "Kongtong Zong's wood spirit will fight Wudang first, then defeat all the world's heroes, and then go to the land of Buddha."

　　 The four hidden gates of Guwu will also be there.

　　 In this kind of watching game, he will rise to fame.

　　 "Then... let me try Wudang first, let me see how many catties there are in this town."

　　 The red-haired boy's eyebrows flashed domineering.

　　 He carefully took out a jade box from his arms, opened it and took out a shining fragment. This fragment was mysterious and mysterious, and it was obviously a fragment of the innate gossip mirror.

　　 After a short while...

　　 Fragments were suspended in the air, and a layer of hexagrams was enveloped in Zong Mu Ling's body.

　　 And he also entered the world of hexagram calculation.

　　 Zong Mu Ling, according to the plan, first publicizes and builds momentum.

　　 then arrived in Wudang on the first day of the new year.

　　 At the foot of Wudang Mountain, there is a sea of ​​people, and the four major sects also come with him.

　　 In such a situation, he directly challenged Wudang, and then directly killed an elite in Wudang.

　　 And he realized that he hadn't even used 10% of his power.

at this time,

　　 A light flashed.

　　 He was hard to open his eyes stabbed by the light...

　　 But the light seems to be...starlight.

　　Zong Mu Ling hurriedly opened his eyes and was about to say something like the other party's sneak attack, but suddenly realized that he was no longer in Wudang Mountain, but reappeared on the stone platform in the valley.

　　 In the valley, the cold wind was so faint that he couldn't believe it...

How could 　　 suddenly withdraw from the hexagram?

what happened?

　　Zong Mu Ling thought for a long time, but suddenly understood...

　　 His pupils shrunk, showing incredible shock.

　　 "I... Am I dead?"

　　 a spike, an absolute spike! !

　　 He wanted to weigh Wudang how many catties, but he was killed in seconds.

　　......

　　Zong Mu Ling took a long time to calm down, and then began to continuously use the fragments of the Innate Bagua Mirror.

　　 More power poured into the fragments,

　　 Gua Jing restarts.

　　 The second possibility hexagram calculation begins.

　　 This time, he purely used temptation to obtain more information, so he didn't publicize and build momentum, but went straight to Wudang alone.

　　 He must figure out what Wudang has.

　　 Then, he sneaked into Wudang and found that everything was normal in Wudang Taiji Palace, but Houshan seemed to have some unusual stories.

　　 So, Zong Muling quietly came to the back mountain.

　　 Then... he saw a black shadow that was as tall as a hill reading a book.

　　 Seeing his arrival, Sombra put the book in his arms.

　　 He also felt a little bit, realizing that this shadow was probably an existence like the ancestor of Wudang.

　　 He decided to try the power of this shadow.

Then...

　　 His nightmare began.

　　 At first, the two played together.

　　 Then he directly used the fourth-level and fifth-tier Blood River Alien Scenery, but... the Blood River Alien Scenery disappeared when it touched the dark shadow.

Or...

　　 was swallowed.

　　Zongmu Ling was shocked, and he did not believe in evil, so he would continue to attack.

　　 The dark shadow seemed to show a look of curiosity, and then... he stepped forward, wherever he went, the river of blood was two points, the picture was broken, the wreckage collapsed...

　　 He is like a void that swallows all light. It does not exist in the reach of human sight, but only has a hot and terrifying dark outline, exuding a devilish and deep evil, which makes people shudder.

　　 Even if you look with wide eyes, you can't see his face, you can't see everything about him...

　　 There is only hot nothingness, only unknown treacherousness! !

　　Zong Mu Ling wanted to escape, but was caught.

　　 He suddenly realized that the "playing back and forth" before was completely the dark shadow watching him curiously.

　　 And now, the shadow has finished observing.

　　Zong Mu Ling shouted: "I just came to visit Wudang... Don’t be malicious, don’t be evil..."

　　 But it's useless.

　　 He only fainted when his eyes were dark.

　　Zong Mu Ling thought he would be killed.

　　 But, there is no...

　　 He was anesthetized in the Guajing...

　　 Then began a brutal nightmare.

During the 　　 period, Zong Muling felt dizzy, there was no way to think and make decisions at all, and even all the pictures were very fuzzy.

　　 He only remembered that he was lying on a stone platform similar to an operating table,

　　 and the dark shadow is holding a scalpel and studying him curiously,

　　 was extracting something from his body, which seemed to be meat... and then put it in a sealed glassware and put a label on it.

　　 The meticulous attitude of the black shadow caused Zong Muling's heart to slowly collapse...

　　 But, he couldn't go back.

　　Because even in the world of hexagram calculation, he has been completely anesthetized, and he has no sense of autonomy at all. He can only watch the dark figure sitting and working seriously...

　　 Zong Mu Ling had never experienced such a nightmare~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was lying on a cold operating table, waiting until the end of the divination.

　　 Shake...

　　 tremble...

　　 The red-haired boy was trembling all over.

　　 trembling wildly.

　　 He opened his eyes, looked at the familiar scenery in the valley of Kongtong Mountain, smelled the smell of the mountain wind, and suddenly had a feeling of aftermath.

　　 Zong Mu Ling stared at the distance blankly, his pupils lost focus, or they hadn't reacted yet.

　　 Although it was just a divination, his spirit was traumatized.

　　 He has been sitting for a long time.

　　 Until the white skirt village girl appeared in Taniguchi, she leaned out and shouted: "Grandpa, I'm going home for dinner."

　　 Of course, this is not Zong Muling's real granddaughter, but the body of being "dreamed".

　　 The one who really talked to Zong Muling was Zhenniang who was playing role-playing, the witch who was drunk and dreaming of death.

　　 Zhenniang yelled. Seeing that Zong Muling didn't respond, she walked over curiously, approached and asked, "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

　　Zong Mu Ling shivered, then hugged Zhenniang to cry, crying very sad, very miserable, as if a child without a father or mother had suffered all the grievances.

　　 Zhenniang was confused.