I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

It is imperative to stabilize the favorability.

After all, the Huangquan Sect is very dangerous. If I remember correctly, after receiving the natal magic weapon and cultivating for a period of time, I will be sent down the mountain for the first trial mission. Is he going to steal someone?

This Huangquan Demon Sect simply does not treat people as human beings.

They have taken in many disciples, but few of them actually survive after passing through the levels. They are all cultivating Gu for education, and those who survive are all Gu kings of the same period. If they cannot complete their achievements, they will die.

It's too dark.

Wu Lang paused and began to write:

[It has been nearly a month since I came to Huangquan Sect. I have been hiding for a long time and no one has noticed. ]

The first paragraph is unremarkable, just a continuation of the previous chapter.

[These days, I have also received a small life wheel. Senior Po Meng is very kind to me. Her words are obscure, but after careful consideration, she really has her own reasons. They want to bring real peace to this world of immortality that cares little about human life, but It seems that the disciples at the bottom don't know and suffer a lot silently. ]

[Senior Sister Xing Hanhan and her apprentice treat me well, but they don’t know the truth and think we are evil. ]

[The structure of the small life wheel is indeed complicated, and I am still trying hard. ]

What this diary records seems to be the trivial daily things that happened in these days, which are very ordinary.

Po Meng looked at it calmly.

"Give me something to drink!" She fed soup on Huangquan Road again and again, while peeping into her disciple's diary to pass the time.

This was her daily life, peeking into some small pastimes of the disciples in the sect. After all, life on Huangquan Road was rigid and quite boring.

But the next sentence refreshed Po Meng's spirits.

[I seem to have learned some deviations from the secret method given to me by Master Ji Yun. There is always something wrong with the cultivated Bibihua. There seems to be some variation. But I studied it and found that the effect of the new Biganhua does not seem to be any different. I have to be careful about the details. Specialize in research. ]

oh?

Something unexpected happened to Bana Flower. Has it mutated?

It's interesting.

After experiencing the last diary peeping incident, Po Meng knew Wu Lang's whereabouts and basically no longer doubted his identity. She was confirmed to be Ji Yun's apprentice in the human world.

But in front of her, there was a problem with the cultivation of the other shore flower, which surprised her.

But I don’t doubt it too much.

I just feel that there may be some small problems in Ji Yun's inheritance. After all, as long as he can cultivate the other side flower, it is basically confirmed that it is the secret method taught by Ji Yun.

This is the secret technique of the Seventh Peak. It is impossible for outsiders to know it, and it is impossible to cultivate it successfully. At least it is not something that a mortal like him can do.

"As long as it works."

Po Meng didn’t care much either.

But the following record made her sleepy expression gradually become more interesting.

[Tens of thousands of years ago, an unparalleled power founded the Huangquan Sect. Today, I live in his sect and feel the friendly atmosphere of the sect. This great sect is like the light of a beacon, eager to bring hope to millions of people who suffer from unequal birth qualifications. ]

[Decades ago, although the leader of Huangquan died and Senior Meng Po was stationed at the post, miserable, with broken dreams, and encountered many difficulties and setbacks, I still have a dream. ]

He writes hard and fast.

[This dream is based on what I have seen and heard in Huangquan Sect these days. It is deeply rooted in this chaotic era of inequality, injustice, and judging life based on qualifications. ]

[I dream that one day, newborn children will live in a country where they will not be judged by their skin color, race, birth qualifications, immortal bones, holy fetuses, or sword bodies, but by the quality of their character! ]

[I dream that one day, even the major celestial holy places, where fairness has disappeared and spiritual root theory is rampant, will become an oasis of equality and freedom. ]

[I dream that one day, on the red hills of Kyushu, geniuses with strong spiritual qualifications will be able to sit at the same table with children without spiritual roots and talk about brotherhood together. ]

Wu Lang wrote calmly, word by word, describing the future scene he longed for, a rare and just prosperous era. Thousands of words were filled along the way.

His words began to contain a majestic atmosphere, full of energy, and powerful words.

But between the lines, it is like a thunderstorm, gradually gathering thunder clouds and storms, sounding vast waves, subverting the entire era.

After writing thousands of words with passionate literary talent, he started to echo the word "dream" at the beginning and concluded: "This is my hope. With this belief, I committed suicide and came to the road to hell. On the Naihe Bridge, you can see the Sansheng Stone, looking back at the Xiangxiang Terrace. ]

[With this belief, I will be able to carve out a stone of hope from the abyss of despair. With this belief, we will be able to change the cacophony of fatalism in this world into a symphony of struggle and destiny. ]

[I dream that one day, anyone who has done all the evil deeds will have his life taken away by the underworld, judged by the King of Hell, and thrown into the eighteenth level of hell to suffer! ]

[I dream that one day, people will no longer be born into noble and despicable categories. People will be judged based on their cultivation qualifications, but based on their character! ]

[I dream that one day, the valley will sink, reincarnation will be established, the bumpy road to the underworld will become smooth, the dim light will be revealed, and the world will be illuminated! ]

The majestic will in these three sentences is shocking.

And when the last sentence of summary fell, it exploded in Po Meng's heart.

This sentence is plain but extremely heavy:

[I have a dream that the people of this world will stand up, and the underworld will judge all the good and evil in the world, and truly realize the true meaning of its creed: I believe these truths are self-evident - all men are created equal! ! ]

Po Meng seemed to hear someone roaring an impassioned speech in her ears.

This solemn declaration is like the light of a beacon, bringing hope to tens of millions of civilian slaves who have been devastated by their birth qualifications and spiritual roots. Its appearance is like the first ray of light in the long dark night, opening the dawn of a long night of destiny.

--I have a dream.

——I hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal!

These sonorous sounds echoed in my mind and stirred my heart.

"What a scholar!"

She seemed to see a magnificent and heroic mythological picture unfolding before her eyes.

The man jumped into the abyss, with an eternal flame in his eyes, and devoted himself to the free and equal rights movement, bringing justice and fairness to this mythical world, just like the turbulent waves of the river and sea, the majestic judgment of the six reincarnations, and the shocking judgment of the king of hell. Hall wood, rolling in.

He holds the flag high!

He roars at suffering!

He informed them of the teachings of the Huangquan Sect: All men are created equal!

"Free! Free! There is reincarnation of good and evil, and there will be retribution in hell! Someone will finally uphold justice for us, and we are finally free!" As if at this moment, she saw the unimaginable people lying on the ground, singing the ancient song of equality. It was a spectacular scene, with people running around and shouting longing for a better future.

boom!

Po Meng suddenly took a few steps back, her brain seemed to be awakened, and the figure of the scholar suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to have the majestic demeanor of an ancient sage!