40,000 Years of Cultivation

When he wandered back into the medical tent, Li Yao's hair stood up, as if he had been burned by a flame charm.

He smashed himself into the medical cabin severely, only to feel that the sky was spinning around, as if he was in a lonely boat in the stormy sea.

He retched for a long time without vomiting up anything-he had already vomited sour water on the way, and he almost vomited his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

"It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, Xiao Hei, you wait, one day I will become a master craftsman, and I will definitely transform you into a broom!" Li Yao vomited and yelled in his heart.

The Black Wing Sword couldn't hear his voice, and it swallowed the vast demon energy like a sea, and it flicked two more laps. It was refreshed, and he arched into his rucksack contentedly and went to sleep.

"Student Li Yao..."

At this moment, an intermittent female voice appeared in Li Yao's ears, sounding a bit difficult.

Li Yao was taken aback.

After becoming a cultivator, his five senses are very keen, not to mention that there is such a big place in the medical tent that he has no reason to hide a woman.

"Student Li Yao..."

The female voice came again, faintly, faintly, like a female ghost who never left.

The hairs on Li Yao's back stood up suddenly-he heard this female voice coming from under him, and under him was the base of the medical cabin!

"I'm here……"

Just as Li Yao was terrified, a small psychic bird flew out from under the medical cabin with its metal wings flapping, and a very embarrassed expression appeared in the transparent spar's eyeballs, and he whispered, "Sorry, I'm still there. I have adapted to my new body and still can’t master flying skills. I just fell to the ground from mid-air. I didn’t deliberately hide and scare you, Classmate Li Yao."

Li Yao was stunned, spread his palms, and let the Psychic Bird fall carefully on the palm.

This is a small and exquisite psychic bird with a pale green brilliance. Most of the limbs are polished with spar. Only some metal is used on the key bones and frame, and the translucent spar shell is enveloped. The extremely fine gears, flywheels, transmission shafts and universal joints are tightly integrated to form a natural beauty.

For some reason, this psychic bird gave Li Yao a very familiar feeling. He always felt that he had seen its eyes somewhere.

Li Yao thought for a moment, his eyes widened: "Wei Qingqing?"

The psychic bird flapped its wings happily, and the little head lightly tapped, and the voice was still very gentle, not as crisp as it was when he was alive, and it became a little waxy:

"It's me, classmate Li Yao, thanks to you finding a trace of my remnant soul, Uncle Tang and Teacher Ding, they also transformed me into ghost repair, but my strength is too weak, and my soul has been exposed to the air for too long. The soul is incomplete, and it is not enough to support the large-scale psychic prosthesis for the time being, and we can only use this bird-shaped psychic prosthesis first.

Speaking of this, Wei Qingqing's eyes brightened, and the facial muscles polished by strands of crystals also showed a smile, and said softly, "This is also very good. I have liked birds since I was a child, and I often imagined that I was a small The blue bird, flying freely among the clouds, is now considered fulfilled."

Li Yao was holding the little blue bird with emotion in his heart.

Among the seven cultivators, Wei Qingqing gave him the most shock.

She is only in her early twenties this year. She has just graduated from Tianhuan Academy. She is also a low-strength literary and artistic cultivator. To be honest, even if she does not stand up, others will not accuse her.

But she still stood up without hesitation, and withered before the most beautiful youthful years had fully bloomed-what kind of power was it that drove her to stand up?

Li Yao was full of curiosity about Wei Qingqing.

"I made a special trip to thank classmate Li Yao. If you hadn't found my remnant soul, I might have disappeared now. Where can I see the blue sky and white clouds again?"

Wei Qingqing fluttered his wings, leaped lightly from Li Yao's palm, and rose into the air. He flew a little awkwardly, and said intermittently, "No, but I haven't completely mastered this psychic prosthesis. Hard work, classmate Li Yao, why don't we invite you into the world of my fiction? Let's communicate directly with our spirits, can we?"

"The world of fiction?"

Li Yao suddenly remembered that Wei Qingqing is a very mysterious "illusionist". According to the legend, a very powerful world of words can be constructed, and the world of words can call the wind and rain.

Li Yao was full of curiosity about the illusionist, nodded immediately, and said happily: "Of course, what should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything, just close your eyes."

Wei Qingqing flapped his wings and flew over his head, "The name of my novel is "Blue Bird". Welcome, classmate Li Yao, let's enter the world of "Blue Bird" together."

"Om!"

Li Yao only felt the eardrums shook slightly, and his eyes were blurred, as if the soul had pulled out of his body, and fell from infinite heights. After falling for an unknown amount of time, he slammed into a new body!

The sound of the wind whistling in my ears, and unpredictable white clouds in front of me, large groups of white clouds like a sea of ​​foam, shaped into various shapes under the breeze.

Puppies, horses, cities, forests... Under the shining golden sun, it looks like a city in the sky.

"Beautiful, so beautiful."

The world of novels created by Wei Qingqing is almost the same as the real world, and has a more vague beauty, which makes Li Yao feel relaxed and happy.

Then he found that he had also become a big eagle flying high, flying freely among the clouds.

Recalling the scene of being taken by the Black Wing Sword just now, Li Yao's face suddenly became a little ugly.

"Why, don't you like high altitude? Then you can meditate on the image of a bird by yourself, and we fly to a lower place."

An ordinary little blue bird, as plain as a wild flower in a deep valley, with only three verdant feathers growing on its tail, flew to Li Yao's back, making a waxy sound.

"It's okay. I really like high altitude, but I don't like to dive from 10,000 meters to a place one meter above the ground in half a minute."

As Li Yao said, his heart moved and his body changed, turning into a fierce vulture.

"Do you like vultures? I thought you would prefer falcons, because falcons look very majestic."

Little Blue Bird was taken aback by Li Yao's slightly brutal appearance, flew out four or five meters, circled back, and kept pace with Li Yao, asking somewhat curiously.

"Although the falcon is majestic, it is too noble and too proud to live in all places; although the vulture is not amazing in appearance, and even looks a bit ferocious, it can live where the falcon can't survive. Very good."

Li Yao stretched his wings, soared freely, and gradually fell in love with this feeling.

He probed his head for a while and said, "Since we are in a novel, what is the plot of this novel?"

"There is no plot. This "Blue Bird" is about a little blue bird flying and flying in the sky. It saw many clouds. Under the shining of the sun and the blowing of the strong wind, the clouds changed all kinds of things. Such a shape, with endless colors-this novel is not finished yet, I am going to write out all the shapes and colors of clouds in the world, that's it."

After a pause, Wei Qingqing laughed and said, "Originally, there was only one character in the novel, that is Little Blue Bird, but I now think that adding a vulture seems not bad. They flew over the mountains, rivers and seas of the Tianyuan Realm together, and watched them all over. Every cloud in the sky, until the end of the world."

"Understood, pure literature!" Li Yao respected in awe.

Wei Qingqing was a little embarrassed, lowered his head and said:

"Actually, I have also written other things, that is, the popular youth novels on the market. A great sect heir with great cultivation talent fell in love with an ordinary girl, but the head of the sect did not allow them to be together. Ask him to marry the daughter of an elder from another denomination...and so on. In college, he published two novels and they sold very well! But, in my heart, my favorite is this one. The unfinished "Blue Bird", I started writing this story when I was fifteen, and I plan to write it until the age of fifty. I have never brought anyone in to see it before. You are the first one.

"That's too wasteful. I'm a crude person and don't know literature or something." Li Yao said embarrassedly.

Wei Qingqing smiled slightly, her little foot lightly stepped on Li Yao, and the little blue bird flew up and hovered around the vulture:

"Perhaps this is destiny. Since I was a child, I have liked watching the clouds in the sky change unpredictably, hoping to become a little blue bird, wandering among the blue sky and white clouds. I didn’t expect to become a bird now. Ha, now that I have personal experience, I will definitely be able to write "Blue Bird" as the best novel!"

The girl's optimism made Li Yao a little moved.

He asked himself, if it was himself who had died and was reborn in a psychic prosthetic body, and would exist in the form of "ghost repair" for life, I am afraid that Wei Qingqing would not be able to be calm and optimistic like Wei Qingqing.

Li Yao couldn't help asking: "Sister Qingqing..."

"Just call me Xiaoqing, I'm not three or four years older than you!" Little Green Bird chirped.

Li Yao blushed. Fortunately, there are feathers on his face, and the little blue bird can't tell:

"Xiaoqing, why did you stand up on the crystal rail train yesterday? Obviously there are still many cultivators who have not come forward. Your strength should be the weakest among all people. The mental attack of the illusionist is against the beast tide. Isn’t it very limited? Even if you don’t stand up, no one will make irresponsible remarks."

The little blue bird was silent for a long time, flying around between the clouds, chasing wisps of warm sunshine, and muttered:

"Perhaps, maybe I don't stand up, and no one will accuse me."

"Moreover, my strength is so weak that if I overdraw all my vitality, I can only activate the Taiyi Thunder Magneto once-even without me, it might be able to delay the beast tide."

"I also hesitated, but then I thought of the teacher. If the teacher is in my position, she will definitely stand up. I just inherited the teacher's will."