Immortal Creation

"Brother Ning Zhuo, I'm here!" Zheng Jian laughed loudly. When he saw Ning Zhuo get off the carriage, he walked a few steps and rushed to him.

Ning Zhuo quickly cupped his fists and saluted: "Brother Zheng."

"Why be so polite!" Zheng Jian grabbed Ning Zhuo's arm and stopped him from continuing to salute. "Let's go to the second floor."

Behind him, Ning Xiaohui walked down slowly, stepping on the servant's back.

Seeing Zheng Jian dragging Ning Zhuo and ignoring her, her face was covered with a layer of frost.

Since the last time he successfully explored the Immortal Palace, Ning Zhuo has completely demonstrated his worth among the top leaders of the three companies, and his status has skyrocketed.

In order to better win over Ning Zhuo, Ning Xiaoren speeded up the process of weaving evidence and framed Ning Zui.

You know, Ning Zui has worked under Ning Xiaoren for many years, and he has no merit but hard work.

Ning Xiaoren's behavior made Ning Zhuo secretly shameless and vigilant.

Ning Zhuo and Zheng Jian walked into a garden, arm in arm.

The three characters "Sales Kindergarten" are engraved on the plaque on the door of the garden.

There were a lot of people in the Salesian Kindergarten, talking to each other and talking about the name Li Leifeng.

Li Leifeng finally died. According to his will, Salesian Kindergarten prepared a bequest meeting for him, at which all Li Leifeng's belongings would be given away.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Li would go after all. When I was a child, I grew up watching Mr. Li's puppet shows." Zheng Jian sighed.

Ning Zhuo also sighed: "Mr. Li is a respectable person. Since he took charge of the Salesian Kindergarten, he has saved countless orphans and street children."

Zheng Jian patted Ning Zhuo on the back: "Mr. Li is happy to die and has passed away! Look at how many people came today, you can see how famous Mr. Li is. He was definitely worth it in his life!"

Ning Zhuo nodded slightly and stopped talking.

Most of the people flowed into a five-story pavilion.

The bequest ceremony was held here.

Ning Zhuo and others also entered this building.

The pavilion is in the shape of a zigzag.

Climbing the stairs to the private room on the second floor, Ning Zhuo met the Zhou brothers.

"Come, sit down."

“The meals hosted by the Salesian Kindergarten this time still taste the same and bring back memories.”

"Yes, I still remember that when I was a child, I loved watching puppet shows. The private room opposite was where I often went."

"When I was a kid, I liked to lean on the railing and watch plays."

Ning Zhuo remained silent, his eyes falling on the corner of the lobby.

When he was a child, he would always sneak in when the ticket checkers weren't paying attention. Huddled in a corner or behind a pillar, you can not only watch the show, but sometimes you can also pick up some uneaten pastries or fruits left by the guests when the show is over and the garden is not being cleaned.

Although Ning Zhuo had early wisdom, he also had a playful mind.

His uncle's parents treated him harshly. There were too many times when Ning Ji ate snacks in front of him, but did not give him a piece of sweet fruit.

As a child, Ning Zhuo was also greedy.

I remember one time, when he was caught and panicking, Li Leifeng came to him, stroked his head, held his hand, took him backstage, gave him Li Leifeng's untouched penis, and fucked him. A clean portion of pastries and fruits.

The people around him were coming in and out, and when they saw this scene, they were not surprised at all, and they also cast kind eyes on Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo couldn't remember the specific situation.

In his impression, the whole experience was wrapped in a layer of tender time, making him feel a gentle warmth in his heart every time he recalled it.

This is why, when Li Leifeng passed away, almost everyone in the city came to mourn him. The monks who participated in this bequest meeting were basically prominent figures.

"Once Li Leifeng leaves, will Charity Kindergarten not know where to go?"

"It is said that the next director has not yet been finalized."

"I know the reason. It was Li Leifeng who asked Zhu Xuanji to find a successor."

Zheng Jian and Zhou Zeshen communicated with each other and revealed valuable information casually.

Ning Zhuo kept it in his heart.

"By the way, how are your souls recovering?"

"Almost healed."

"IM about the same."

"When will we explore the Lava Fairy Palace again?"

When he asked this question, everyone glanced at Ning Zhuo subconsciously.

Last time, it was Ning Zhuo's performance that gave them a qualitative breakthrough.

Ning Zhuo didn't want to do this. He had already acquired the technique and had been practicing hard all day recently.

Of course, the Five Elements Qi Law Technique and the Demonic Blood Muscle Technique cannot be practiced. When the exercises on the fourth to sixth levels are activated, the breath is quite different from the first three levels.

But the Mirror Channeling Technique can be practiced.

All movements will be suppressed and completely contained by the treasure seal. This makes Ning Zhuo often be in a daze, but he is secretly practicing the magic technique.

Ning Zhuo said: "I can't think of any solution for the moment. If we continue to explore the Immortal Palace, we are likely to make the same mistakes again and fall into that dark trap again."

Zheng Jian and others' hearts trembled.

The last time they fell into a trap, they couldn't survive or die. They couldn't hear, see or touch. They endured hard until their soul power reached the limit, and finally they were sent out of the fairy palace.

This nightmare experience makes them not want to experience it again.

"Didn't you think of any good ideas during this period?" Zheng Jian said.

Ning Zhuo shook his head.

Zhou Zhu sighed.

Zhou Zeshen boosted morale: "I have almost reached the peak of the third level. When I reach it, we will set off together to explore the Lava Immortal Palace again."

Everyone nodded and reached an agreement.

At this time, the bequest ceremony officially began.

Various items belonging to Li Leifeng during his lifetime were put on public display for people to choose from.

Whoever is chosen can take it directly, this is a donation.

Some low-level monks were overjoyed after taking it, and they gained a lot.

Some families or powerful monks also took some, usually insignificant things. They often gave back a large amount of spiritual stones or materials to the Charity Garden.

Zhou Zeshen suddenly exclaimed, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, forming an invisible force, taking a piece of mechanical wood board and flying to the second floor.

He took it and looked at it, played with it for a while, and laughed: "It's this."

"I remember when I was a child, my father brought me here, I cried non-stop, and Mr. Li took out this toy to make me happy."

"This mechanical toy is very complicated, we need to piece out every change and get a little bit of information."

"Finally, piece together this information, and you can form a fairy legend."

As he said, Zhou Zeshen handed this mechanical toy to Zheng Jian beside him.

Zheng Jian played with it for a while, lost interest, and handed it to others.

Zhou Zhu took it and asked curiously: "Did you get the legend in the end?"

"Of course." Zhou Zeshen said, "It took a whole summer. The legend of immortals and gods I got was only a part of it. I was so angry."

"But I still copied down this story, wrote it in a jade slip, and carried it with me at all times."

"Because of this experience, I have gained a lot of patience. Whenever I am impatient, I will take out this jade slip, rub it a few times, and I can quickly adjust my mood."

As he said, Zhou Zeshen took out the jade slip again and let everyone take turns to watch it.

Ning Zhuo played with the mechanical wooden board and read the story jade slip again.

The jade slip recorded such a legend of immortals and gods.

According to the legend, a supreme immortal master crossed the void and was tired.

He took out the mixed cloth bag, held the bag mouth, and prepared to shake it fifty times. When it was seventy-seven forty-nine times, he was really tired and unable to continue, so he loosened the bag mouth and spit out a mechanical world.

In the mechanical world, the sky and the earth went up and down, the water and the soil were mixed, and the fireworks were lingering.

The Supreme Immortal Master took out the Five Elements Staff and threw it into the world of mechanical devices, letting the Five Elements circulate. The sky was above, the earth was below, the oceans were distributed, the rivers were crisscrossed, and everything was in order.

The Supreme Immortal Master went into the world of mechanical devices and began to rest. In order to have someone to serve him, he used three thousand strings and swung them three times.

The first time, the strings swung on the fairy spirit and created a fairy puppet.

The second time, the strings swung on the devil spirit and formed a devil puppet.

The third time, the strings swung on the spirit spirit and got a god puppet.

The three puppets served the Supreme Immortal Master meticulously.

The Supreme Immortal Master had rested enough and continued on his way. Before leaving the world of mechanical devices, he was begged by the three puppets.

The three puppets all wanted to follow the Supreme Immortal Master.

But the Supreme Immortal Master told them that it was not that he didn't want to, but that the three puppets couldn't.

Taking the three puppets away by force would only make them perish.

The three puppets didn't believe it.

The Supreme Immortal Master instructed them: Look at the strings on you.

The three puppets were in a trance.

The fairy puppet saw the strings on his body, which were ideals, wisdom, freedom, betrayal...

The magic puppet saw the strings on his body, which were power, chaos, love...

The god puppet saw the strings on his body, which were reason, order, fairness...

In an instant, Ning Zhuo's heart was touched!

He suddenly thought of himself.

He thought of the history books he had read, the various characters in the history books, and the countless times he had guessed the thoughts of these characters and their choices at critical moments.

As he got older, he gradually discovered that no matter how strong or weak these people were, there were traces to follow!

He thought of Yuan Dasheng.

Although Yuan Dasheng was powerful, there was a thread of loyalty above his head that held him tightly. Wasn't it because Ning Zhuo was able to plot against him that he grasped this thread?

He also thought of his uncle Ning Ze and Ning Xiaoren, who also had threads on their bodies.

He thought of Han Ming. Even the demon cultivators have the thread of greed.

"As long as I grasp these lines, I can control them like controlling a mechanism. Isn't that right?"

"Then..."

"Do I have any lines on my body?"

When Ning Zhuo thought of this, he felt creepy for no reason!

He raised his head slowly.

He raised his head slowly.

In a trance, he saw it.

He saw a huge line that was almost completely transparent. That was - the life-hanging thread!

At this moment, the illusionary lotus seeds in the sea of ​​gods quietly sprouted.

Lava Fairy Palace.

The dragon turtle fire spirit woke up from its deep sleep. It pressed its chest and was puzzled by the sense of fear that came from no reason.

The life-hanging thread disappeared from Ning Zhuo's vision and could no longer be seen.

Ning Zhuo lowered his head with a blank expression.

"It's an interesting little story." Ning Zhuo smiled and returned the jade slip to Zhou Zeshen.

"It's quite charming." Zhou Zeshen took the jade slip and casually agreed.

He would never have expected that his casual move would bring Ning Zhuo such a huge opportunity!