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After a night of tossing, Xiaoqing fell asleep peacefully, Ji Yunlai sat on the side of the bed silently, looking out the window, a little bit wanting to smoke a cigarette.
He bent his fingertips, and a cigarette he was familiar with in his previous life fell into his fingers-the power of human beings and immortals, it is always easy to turn such a lifeless thing into reality.
I lit it again, and the smell of smoke made the air choke. He smiled lightly, flicked his fingertips, and the smoke disappeared.
Xiaoqing's rare initiative, Ji Yunlai actually likes it very much.
After all, Xiaoqing is usually passive, and will come back fiercely after a little teasing.
Their relationship is always separated by one layer, and they actually all know it.
Xiaoqing always can't pass the hurdle of respecting the teacher, dare not be too presumptuous, and Ji Yunlai can't force him too much.
So compared to other care and consideration, although the Lord of Kun-Lai likes it very much, he actually needs this kind of thing. The old house is on fire, there is no way.
That kind of lost and recovered mind makes him always want to hold Xiaoqing in his palm.
He actually had some guesses about why Xiaoqing's sudden irritability was.
The reason for that thing...
So, he actually didn't want to take Xiaoqing with him.
He can just go directly.
When he came here, he actually already had a faint feeling and knew where he was.
After all, he used that thing for hundreds of years.
Remaining, if it falls into the hands of others, it is always a disaster.
He looked at Xiaoqing who was already asleep, smiled lightly, raised his hand to beckon a formation, let it delay the time of formation a little.
Although he is only dividing the soul, as long as there is no battle between humans and immortals, there is the spiritual source, and the consumption of the body is almost negligible. Just like a smart phone consumes electricity when going online, it can be used for a long time in standby mode.
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Pushing open the door, Ji Yunlai walked down the stairs to the inn. The morning sun shines through the door and window. The helpers are cleaning the lobby. It reminds him a bit of when he arrived in Yunshan Town at the beginning of sixteen. Smaller is dirty, but the cost is very high. It is full every year, because there are always mortals from all directions who listen to the legend and want to worship the fairy gate.
At that time, in order to practice all kinds of rushing around, he wanted to join the huge Yunshan sect with Jindan elders as an outer monk. He often hunted the beasts together, and then struggled to eat black Survive here-there is no way, which practitioner does not want to earn more life, live longer, and have more hope?
But now that we come again, it is a thousand years gone by.
Thousands of years later, the small town has become a big city, Yunshan is still outside the city, but there is no school anymore.
That year, he left his family and walked for nearly a year before he came here. He wanted to apprentice, only to realize that his spiritual roots were inferior and his sect was not accepted.
So I lived in Yunshan Town at the foot of the mountain. The town was a small fairy city. Relying on the existence of Yunshan School, casual practitioners collected some spiritual relics and sold them to the sect to exchange some inferior craftsmanship. I wonder if I can wait for any chance.
He walked through the gate of the inn, and no mortal could find him. An old storyteller was telling the story by the side of the road. He was talking about the raging monsters of a certain year, the ancestor of the Yunshan school hundreds of years ago. Stepping forward, fighting against the monsters, both of them fell. It was said that the sky fell and the earth was broken, and there were countless casualties. He also said that the disaster of the landslide at that time, thanks to the Lord of Yuecheng stepping up and protecting Yunshan City with a large formation, it was not a disaster... …It was ups and downs, very touching, but few people passing by stood to listen, I think he has said it many times.
Ji Yunlai knew for a while that the Yunshan Sect was the highest but the Golden Core cultivation base. How cruel is the road to practice. If there is no strong person in a sect, it will soon be divided and swallowed by other surrounding forces. It's a legend.
The same is true of the Central Continent Kun-Lai, and the same is true of the Yunshan School.
He walked across the street along the market. People in the city came out early to look for jobs, some helped deliver goods, some went out to sell vegetables, set up teahouses, and shopkeepers selling needles and threads, and walked through the streets and alleys. A group of ragged children chasing each other for a clay baby on the street, almost the same as a thousand years ago. These ordinary people, who are so far away from the path of cultivation, are also trying to live their lives well.
Among the deep mountains of Central Continent, there are mostly city-states. Big countries occupy plains and beautiful places. Small countries stand alone in the mountains. Sometimes they are destroyed and sometimes rise. This Yunshan city, I don’t know whether it has declined.
He could also see the weak luck of the city, turbulent, dormant, and the more characters typed on the king flag of the city wall made him a little familiar, and it seemed a bit like his own characters were rubbed out.
At this time, he was a little worried about Kun-Lai and Xizhou.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a powerful attack coming. He raised his head and seemed to see another himself on the street, cold and lonely, standing still among the crowd, looking at him silently.
But that was just the phantom that the fairy warned about—there is actually a formation left by himself in this city.
Ji Yunlai was somewhat enlightened for a while. No wonder that thing can still be kept. It turns out that he had been here six hundred years ago, and he should have also been here with the Qing who was still a demon, and left the traces. Several people have never moved here.
If those celestial beings forcibly enter, their formation should be able to teach them some lessons.
Ji Yunlai continued to leave according to the feeling in his heart.
He felt someone following in the middle.
Is that Zhao Hao?
Ji Yun glanced at the corner of his eye and saw that his subordinates were holding a cage of steamed buns, with a shocked expression on his face, and he almost followed him on the same hands and feet.
But it should be finished together, Ji Yun came to think of this, and let him follow.
Out of the mountain city, he walked along the river into the forest. There were many beasts in the mountain, but no one could see him.
Soon, he saw a Taoist temple in the mountain.
The Taoist temple is very dilapidated. The moss on the plaque hung on it has survived, but it has not fallen. The main entrance is broken and almost submerged in small shrubs.
But Ji Yunlai can recognize the three characters "Kun-Lai Sect" on the plaque, which he wrote by himself.
"A thousand years ago, when I was still young, I was persuaded by a crazy old man to join a martial art called Kun Lai." Ji Yunlai smiled softly, waving his sleeves, the bushes and moss all receded. , Leaving only the old bluestone bricks, ruined walls.
He walked into the small Taoist temple, but it was only a few acres in area, and there was no trace, but he knew that the outside lobby was used to meet guests, and the ground on the east side of the courtyard was used for planting. Herbs, the middle ground is planted with green cabbage, the west is used for planting garlic seedlings, there should be a vine pepper tree in the corner, and there should be many rabbits in the backyard—and chickens and ducks.
He brought up more than a dozen children here, most of whom were his juniors, and one became his apprentice.
There are three houses in the backyard, all of which he built together with his juniors later, one for the juniors, one for the juniors, and one small house for the old man.
There are many pottery bowls in the kitchen that they burnt themselves, and the main hall is used to teach them to read.
Although I can't remember, it should be a good memory.
Ji Yunlai thought. Later, it seemed that there were more and more people and they couldn't live anymore. In order not to conflict with Yunshan faction, they moved together.
The younger brother and younger sister seemed to cry a lot when they moved. Bai Narcissus and Yan Zhao took away the chickens, ducks and rabbits in the backyard. The Yuewan Ci and Zhou Xiaozhang both held his legs one by one and said Don't want to go.
Ji Yun thought back and forth, couldn't help but chuckle.
Who else did they quarrel with, because that person said what's so reluctant about this little broken place?
Who said that?
Ji Yun raised his hand, drew a rune in the air, and walked into his room.
There, there is already a trail, quietly opening.
He went down.
The tunnel is very long, but it is well repaired. At about several hundred levels, he walked over and saw a large underground door.
He wrote the Kun-Lai Underground Palace very simply, and the notes were a bit familiar, but not his own.
Without hindrance, he pushed the door in.
Long corridor, with doors on both sides opened, there is a spiritual seat inside, and a coffin with only clothing.
The spiritual position reads "the spirit of the Kun-Lai first generation disciple Zhou Xiaozhang". The offerings below are already decayed, and the incense is not replaced, but the words "Kun-Lai second generation rebellious disciple Li Xian stand ashamed" in the corner are very dazzling. .
Ji Yun took a look and continued to walk forward, without opening either door on either side.
Walking through more than 800 gates, there is a magic circle in front of it, blocking all divine thoughts and unable to enter.
Ji Yun didn't even look at it, so he walked in.
The magic circle did not hinder him at all, and he never triggered one of the various traps inside.
He came to a huge mountain dome.
There is light in the center.
Fall in the middle, on the person who sits in the middle.
The man was twenty-four-five, trimmed eyebrows and phoenix eyes, warm and moist as jade, his expression was quiet and steady, his sword stuck in front of him, silent.
There are countless mysterious ice covering the surrounding space, making this place like a world of ice and snow.
When he swept away his spiritual thoughts, he knew that this monk didn't end up eternally, but destroyed himself by destroying the spiritual platform.
Although he was well placed by later generations, his hands were already shattered from the shoulder bones. It was the fingertips, and they were all scars.
However, the road to comprehension is inherently dangerous to rebirth, and this monk's legacy is nothing unusual.
Except for one thing-he is exactly the same as him.
Ji Yunlai sighed softly and turned around.
The people who followed him, besides looking at the slough for a while, looking at himself for a while, Zhao Hao, who was full of panic, and his apprentice Xiaoqing who did not know where to follow.
Ji Yunlai comfortably hugged the apprentice whose tears had fallen.
He coaxed him softly: "It's okay, he is dead, but I'm still alive."