Mythological Native Species

Are the years quiet?

It seems that everything has become Shi Yi's home court, watching his bland performance?

It's all just an illusion.

Shi Yi is a ticket.

It was a pretense that Feng Lin had erected at night.

When someone is confused by this pretense and follows the game.

Feng Linxuan is about to start the real action!

Cut off the source.

The world where Shi Yi incarnated as a little Taoist priest of Qingxu suddenly began to show a decline in spiritual energy.

No matter how powerful a cultivator is, as long as he does not reach the level beyond the boundaries of the world, he will be restricted by the environment.

When the dryness that appeared from the depths of the whole world hit, all practitioners became helpless.

At this time, Shi Yi was different.

Two worlds, two bodies, intertwined back and forth, he is not lacking in spiritual energy.

For the dwindling world of practice, he is as attractive as a Tang monk.

In the same situation, Shi Yi was absolutely reluctant to enter this world of practice that was about to enter the 'death'. His gambling nature as a trader would make him take a risk.

Of course, no matter if it is a world of practice, it gradually falls into the end of the law.

Or cultivating Shi Yi, it's not Feng Linxun's real purpose.

His true purpose remains the same.

Everything else is done just to prepare for this purpose.

Don't worry!

Don't worry!

More haste less speed.

When the spiritual energy of a world subsides, it does not disappear all of a sudden, but reveals clues in the deepest part, and then spreads all over the world.

At this time... in the entire world, perhaps only the few, the deepest practitioners, felt something and began to fall into worry.

Shi Yi still doesn't know that he is about to shoulder a heavy responsibility.

The little Taoist priest on Cangxia Mountain continued to practice as always, gradually stabilizing the impetuous heart that was originally due to the red dust.

Shi Yi is already very proficient in the Doumen True Secrets and the Wind and Thunder Escape Technique passed down by Cangxia Guan, and it is equally fun to come or call Shang Qingdu and other familiar classmates in his spare time to play in the mountains and forests together.

The region where Cangxia Mountain is located is the huge empire in the middle of the continent... Xia. Xia Liguo for more than 500 years, has now reached the age of twilight.

Coupled with the murderous intention of the sky, it will affect the changes in Vientiane.

There are also ignorant kings who ignore the government, powerful ministers in power, and corrupt officials rampant, so don't look at this fairy mountain, there is still a school of peace, but in reality, the people have long been in trouble.

As the saying goes, when the country will perish, there will be evil spirits. Humanity is declining, evildoers naturally dare to come out and run rampant, and the Xia Kingdom is in chaos. Although there are still many people with lofty ideals who want to correct the chaos and revive the Chaogang, it is a pity that it is a drop in the bucket.

This is what Shi Yi learned from some of the same doors. He is always curious about this world that is similar to ancient times, but has a strong civilization through cultivation.

When the early morning sun shone on the steps of the bamboo house, the spell puppet knocked on the door of Shi Yi's room.

Opening the bamboo door, the puppet man walked in with a big bamboo box and a burden.

"It's so early! What's the matter?" Shi Yi asked the puppet man while washing his face with the water that dripped from the roof beam last night and fell into the stone trough.

Puppets are not necessarily mindless.

In addition to the enlightenment of the true immortals, the spirit of some unjust ghosts and evil spirits can also be injected into it as the core, driven by the cultivators.

But I heard the puppet say: "The master explained, you go up the mountain to practice, and when the three-year period expires, you should go down the mountain to accumulate external skills and practice!"

Shi Yi put down the face scarf in his hand, draped the blue Taoist robe over his body, then looked at the puppet man, without tying up the Taoist bun, letting his long hair spread out and said, "Then did Master say something else?"

The puppet man patted the big bamboo box in his arms and said, "This is specially prepared for you by the master."

Shi Yi stepped forward and picked up the purple bamboo box, and then looked at it carefully. This box was made of small pieces of purple bamboo like small swords. Each small sword was engraved with some mysterious talismans. Look at it. It looks both quaint and mysterious.

"This is carved from the thousand-year-old purple bamboo treasured by the owner. It can be divided into 8,888 small bamboo swords. Each bamboo sword is engraved with the wind and thunder talisman. If it is used together with the wind and thunder escape method. If you do, it will be even more miraculous!" The puppet man explained.

Shi Yi stroked the bamboo box in his hand, and then asked, "Is that what Master said?"

"Oh! The master also said that when you go down the mountain to cultivate, what you cultivate is the Tao, but also the heart. There is no time limit for traveling, and you will come back when you think you can go back to the mountain, but I want you to remember one sentence." It's very mechanical.

"What?" Shi Yi hurriedly asked.

"The master told you to remember that righteousness is righteousness, evilness is evilness, human beings are human beings, and demons are demons." The puppet man said sternly.

"Good is good, evil is evil, people are people, and demons are demons. Okay! I remember!" Shi Yi casually carried the purple bamboo box on his back, and then put the burden in the bamboo box. said to the puppet.

Having said that, it may not be heard.

As an urbanite, I pay more attention to pragmatism.

To put it bluntly, there is no core belief for which life can be given up.

He is more inclined to self-interest, but he is very lax in terms of position and benefiting others.

Shi Yi doesn't have much affection for the master who treats him well, but is extraordinarily old-fashioned.

Verbally agreed, he turned around without hesitation, walked out of the bamboo house, and headed down the mountain.

He has long wanted to see more of the world with his own eyes.

As he became more and more familiar with and accustomed to this world, the original reality to him seemed to become illusory. Everything that happened in this world became reality.

After crossing the heavy mountains, Shi Yi came to the gatehouse of the main peak of Cangxia Mountain, pinched a seal, and secretly said.

"Show!"

A portal appeared in front of Shi Yi.

Looking back at Ziqingfeng, who had long been covered by clouds and mist, he stepped into the portal.

The white light flashed, and Shi Yi's figure disappeared.

After roughly identifying the direction, Shi Yi planned to go to the capital of the Xia Kingdom to take a look. I heard that the city called the Holy City has a history of more than a thousand years. It is the capital of three dynasties. There must be There are many places worth seeing.

With a goal in mind, Shi Yi walked west of Cangxia Mountain.

Going in that direction is to go to the holy city of Luoyang~www.novelmt.com~ Tsing Yi, robes, bamboo boxes, bamboo hats, walking in the barren mountains and mountains, but it is like an ancient landscape ink painting.

People are walking in the painting.

Draw in the line of people.

Feng Linwan released the pen in his hand.

The world under the pen is more and more vivid.

A little boy in green clothes.

Walking among the rolling hills, surrounded by sea of ​​clouds and snow-capped mountains, ancient pines and white cranes.

It really is a fairy spirit blowing in the face.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Feng Linye's painting, and then looked at Feng Linye again.

Understandably smiled.

Then he said: "Look at your writing, Luo Tiandao, if you win this time, you will be done!"