Immortal Creation

A tough fight ended.

The young Yuan Yi and the young Yuan Dasheng walked in the deserted alley.

Yuan Dasheng was covered with wounds, and every step he took pulled his wounds, causing him to grimace in pain.

Yuan Yi covered his pockets, which contained his only three and a half spiritual stones.

He gritted his teeth and finally said, "Dasheng, you stay here first. I'll go to the pharmacy over there and see if I can at least buy you a plaster!"

After Yuan Yi left, Yuan Dasheng staggered against the cold wall and slowly sat on the ground.

It panted heavily, because the action of sitting down also pulled its wounds, causing its heartbeat to speed up.

The alley was deserted and dimly lit, as if it was the only one left in the world.

Suddenly, a gong sounded.

Yuan Dasheng subconsciously looked up and saw the sound coming from the opposite wall.

Then the drums were beaten for a while, and the host shouted: "Now, please invite Lord Li Leifeng to perform a puppet show for the old master. The name of the play is "Qin Lie Goes to the Battlefield"!"

The next moment, the mechanical platform slowly rose, and the puppets of various shapes and dazzling appearances began to perform.

Yuan Dasheng looked up, and through the gaps between the trees, he saw the puppets talking to each other like real people, fighting each other and running away, which was a lively scene.

Li Leifeng's manipulation skills were perfect. Between the gongs, drums, and bells, Yuan Dasheng gradually forgot the pain in his body and was fascinated.

The play progressed step by step and reached the climax.

The treacherous set up a trap and falsely accused Qin Lie of holding his troops and having two hearts. The young master issued three imperial edicts in a row, and insisted on letting him charge into the battle field regardless of the fact that General Qin Lie was seriously injured.

General Qin Lie inserted three battle flags behind his back, got up with difficulty, raised his long spear, and rushed to the battlefield in front with heavy steps like a mountain.

He sang:

"I have been raised by the first lord since I was young, and his kindness is as deep as a mountain in my heart. He taught me to be loyal and righteous to protect the country, and gave me wisdom and courage to stand in the world."

"The first lord's kindness, like a father and a brother, let me grow up, taught me loyalty and morality, and gave me wisdom and courage..."

The sound of the gong was steady and powerful, as if announcing the weight and tragedy of this battle.

He sang again:

"The young lord was young, I supported him, and did my best like a father and a brother. Although I was suspected, I had no complaints. I just hoped that the country would be forever strong."

"The young lord was young, I supported you to ascend the throne, like protecting a seedling and hoping that you would grow into a forest. Although I was suspected, I had no complaints. I only hoped that you could revive the country's fortune..."

The jinghu made a high and clear sound, sometimes sad and touching, and sometimes melodious, expressing Qin Lie's expectations.

The old general Qin Lie rushed into the battlefield, like a lion, killing people and making the enemy tremble.

He sang again:

"Although I am old, my will is still strong. I will shed blood on the battlefield to repay my country's kindness. The spirit of the former lord is laughing in heaven. I have no regrets in going to the battlefield."

The drums sounded, the drums were deep and passionate, like a galloping war horse, magnificent and imposing. Yuan Dasheng was so excited!

Qin Lie fought for a long time, his injuries worsened, his physical strength was exhausted, and he was finally trapped in the battlefield. No matter how he rushed to rescue, he could not break through the heavy enemy formation.

Qin Lie knew that he was unlucky, so he raised his head and sang loudly:

"I will always remember the kindness of the former lord, and I am concerned about the revival of the young lord. My blood was shed on the battlefield in vain, and my soul returned to my homeland to comfort the former lord."

"Why should I fear the enemy? I am not afraid of thousands of troops!"

"I will not die for fame and fortune, but for my sincere loyalty."

"I remember the kindness of the former lord, and I will never retreat when the country is in trouble."

"Young lord, I hope you know that loyal ministers have no regrets and can abandon their lives. After I die, I hope you will be loyal and brave to protect the country."

The rhythm of the gongs and drums changed many times, with both the intense battle and the tragic and desolate parting.

Finally.

Qin Lie and the enemy general almost died together.

At the last moment of his life, he faced the direction of the capital, half-knelt on the ground, and saluted: "My lord, I am going!"

A heavy drum shook the entire stage.

Suddenly, the suona sounded, the sound was high and loud, full of tragic and majestic, as if it penetrated time and space and hit Yuan Dasheng's heart directly.

The suona sound continued for a moment, and the flute sounded. The flute sounded crisp and pleasant, sometimes gentle and low, sometimes high and passionate.

Finally, the sound rose, like a blue bird flying in the sky, flying all the way, and the tiny body gradually disappeared in the vast blue sky.

Yuan Dasheng looked up and was speechless for a long time.

This was the first time he watched this puppet show. He could already understand human words, and his body and mind were shocked.

"Da Sheng, Da Sheng!" Yuan Yi ran back with a few plasters in his hand.

He smiled and said, "Good luck, this time the pharmacy was cleared out, so I got a bargain and got a few more plasters."

"Come, I'll put them on for you."

Yuan Dasheng let Yuan Yi treat his wounds. He looked at Yuan Yi and then at the puppets on the high platform. The light of the lantern was like fire, reflecting on its face, and the sound of the crowd celebrating and applauding on the other side of the wall always lingered in its ears.

"Let's go, why are you still sitting there stupidly?" Yuan Yi stood up and took a step.

Yuan Dasheng stretched out his hand and pointed to the high platform opposite.

Yuan Yi looked back and didn't care: "Oh, it's a puppet show."

Yuan Yi took another look: "It's Qin Lie's Battle Song, a very famous piece of music."

"It's a pity that he didn't follow the right person."

Yuan Yi walked in front, and Yuan Dasheng followed behind him.

When it was about to walk out of the alley, it turned around and took a last look at the mechanical stage.

The stage was slowly falling, and the puppet playing the old general Qin Lie was still half-kneeling.

Yuan Dasheng looked at Yuan Yi's back and suddenly uttered a few "ahs".

Yuan Yi turned his head in confusion and glanced at Yuan Dasheng. He didn't understand what it was going to say, but just waved his hand: "Let's go quickly, go home to fill your stomach, and go to bed early!"

...

Relying on each other, fighting beasts, and the Hericium Gang.

…

"Look, Dayang, this is my child, he is my child!" Yuan Yi was ecstatic, "I have a child, I have descendants in this world."

"I named him Yuan Er. Dayan, my life is not as long as yours."

"If one day I am no longer here, let Yuan Er replace Yuan Yi and continue to accompany you."

…

Yuan Er was hungry and cried.

Yuan Dasheng squeezed the juice out of a peach the size of a basin and watered it for him. As a result, Yuan Er was turned into a drowned rat.

Yuan Er is ill.

Yuan Dasheng shuttled like the wind through the fairy city at night, rushed into the medical hall, grabbed the pharmacist by the neck, and dragged him to run and jump all the way. The pharmacist's scream broke the tranquility of the moonlit night.

Yuan Er started to climb.

He dragged Yuan Dasheng's thick monkey hair to challenge the peak. Every time he fell, he would be accurately caught by Yuan Dasheng's palm.

Yuan Er can walk and jump.

"Uncle Monkey, they bullied me!" Yuan Er brought Yuan Dasheng to the scene, scaring the other children to the point of breaking down and crying.

…

Yuan Er started to be aggressive and aggressive, and was very curious about a question: "Uncle Monkey, who is more powerful, you or my dad? Have you ever fought? I asked dad, but he never answered me."

Yuan Er ran to Yuan Dasheng, his face full of admiration and excitement: "Uncle Monkey, you are so powerful and mighty. When can I be like you?"

…

"Dad, I heard that you want to find demons and practice exercises for Uncle Monkey? Don't do that!" Yuan Er burst into the study and shouted.

Yuan Yi's face was ashen and he shouted angrily: "Shut up, who is talking nonsense in your ears?"

"Dad, no one can control Uncle Monkey's strength. His monkey grandsons are pet beasts. To be more precise, they are the masters. Those monks are just slaves responsible for feeding."

"The situation is already like this. If Uncle Monkey's strength is allowed to leap forward again, it will probably be even worse."

"At that time, who does the Hericium Gang belong to?" Yuan Er tried hard to persuade him.

A few houses away, Yuan Dasheng, who possesses magical powers, heard all these words.

Its eyebrows drooped, and it no longer lay down, but lay on the ground, looking down at the ground and making a whimpering sound.

…

When the monkey grandson was killed, Yuan Dasheng stretched out his finger and tapped Yuan Er's heart.

Yuan Er failed to be assassinated, and Yuan Dasheng injured his soul to protect him.

When the Fire Persimmon Festival exploded, Yuan Dasheng held Yuan Er in his arms.

On the sick bed, before Yuan Dasheng died, he stretched out his fingers again. In a daze, it seemed to hear the song "Qin Lie Goes to the Battle".

…

Yuan Er is dead.

After the Monkey Head Gang fell into a brief period of chaos, an elder quickly came to power and stabilized the chaos.

Yuan Dasheng is also dead!

This is Ning Zhuo's biggest feeling.

He recovered the tree fighting ape Dasheng and repaired the entire mechanism, but he couldn't find the spirituality at all, as if it had never existed.

"Boss Sun's secret message has not changed."

Ning Zhuo clenched his fists. Whenever he wanted to find out the actual situation of Sun Lingtong in person, the demonic seal of my Buddha's heart would constantly vibrate in his divine sea, emitting bright Buddha light.

I, the Buddha, will cross over on my own!

Bao Seal Warning!

He warned Ning Zhuo that once he ends up, he will fall into other people's schemes.

…

Qi Bai's face was ashen.

He looked at Sun Lingtong and couldn't believe that someone could resist his soul torture!

Sun Lingtong's hands and legs were nailed with coffin nails, and her whole body was nailed to the pillar.

He frowned, his eyes rolled white, and his whole body trembled from time to time due to the torture of some kind of spell.

At this point in the execution, Qi Bai gained nothing.

In order to maintain the Chacha Judge, he served more and more souls, mana, etc.

On normal days, he might have stopped torturing Sun Lingtong. After all, the torture of Sun Lingtong was just to recruit Han Ming.

This is a total loss-making deal.

But in the Tiger Fighting Field, Qi Bai became obsessed with winning, and his desire to win was particularly strong.

"Perhaps his collapse will be in the next moment!" Qi Bai growled with such expectation, with a ferocious expression on his face, "Very good, I like a tough guy like you."

"Next, you will suffer ten times the pain before!"

"Hehehe."

"Death will be a happy thing for you. It's a pity that you angered me."

Qi Bai activated the spell and hit Sun Lingtong right in the eye.

Sun Lingtong seemed to be pressed by the mountains. The pain was so severe that he had the illusion that his body and mind were being crushed by the mountains.

Boundless pain penetrated every inch of his skin, but he couldn't faint.

He was like a small boat, falling into the endless whirlpool of the seabed in a violent storm.

The memory of the past is like a beam of light, weak and stubborn, insisting on shining in this boundless darkness.

It's all about Ning Zhuo.

“Others can control the black market, why can’t we?”

"Interesting, let us brothers work together and take charge of the black market!"

"Xiao Zhuo, don't show your true face and use the Iron Man Armor to disguise yourself. I'm already known to others anyway, so it doesn't matter."

Ning Zhuo smiled and changed his title: "From now on, I will just call you Boss Sun!"

"Boss, the goods are wrong."

"Boss Sun, I'm right behind you."

"Boss, charge!"

"Boss Sun, don't worry, I will always follow you."

The severe pain was like a sea and an abyss, drowning Sun Lingtong.

He opened his eyes, and his vivid eyes were filled with blood.

Sun Lingtong smiled bitterly, knowing that the effect of the Empty Seal was limited and that it would be difficult for him to persist.

He launched his last resort!

Qi Bai was quick to notice the abnormality and was horrified: "What? You actually destroyed your own soul!"

Sun Lingtong triggered the Empty Seal and attacked his own soul to resist Qi Bai's soul search.

Qi Bai's eyes widened in shock and doubt: "Who is that young man to you? You would rather die than protect him?!"

"Are you from Bukong Sect? Are you a demon cultivator?!"

"Could it be that he is your fellow disciple? Is he the son of your Bukong Sect?"

"Hehehe." Sun Lingtong grinned and laughed with great difficulty. "He is not a fellow disciple, he is my brother."

"Brother?" Qi Bai was even more confused. "Aren't brothers sold out? For a little information, you don't even want your life? What do you want?"

Sun Lingtong lowered his eyes. He was too weak and his voice was very low: "I, I just want to prove... he didn't follow the wrong person."

Qi Bai listened attentively, but heard such words.

"Unreasonable!" Qi Bai was extremely angry.

He had never been so angry in his life!

He felt deeply violated.

He completely lost his patience.

At this moment, he forgot to subdue Han Ming and the young man.

He put his fingers together like a sword and stabbed Sun Lingtong's forehead fiercely.

This stab will surely pierce Sun Lingtong's forehead, and he will die!

Boom!!!

The explosion happened suddenly.

Qi Bai sneered, and he didn't care at all, and insisted on killing Sun Lingtong.

But the next moment, a large array pattern appeared, protecting Sun Lingtong firmly and blocking the fatal blow.

A violent explosion came over, accompanied by surging hot flames.

The explosion lifted Qi Bai away and then submerged him.

On the other hand, Sun Lingtong was moved out of the house under the protection of the array pattern.

The next moment, he fell beside an old man.

The old man was old and frail, with a vicissitudes of life, dark purple bags under his eyes, and wrinkles so deep that they could trap mosquitoes.

His hair was black and messy, spreading from the top of his head to his shoulders and hanging down to his feet, like a wide black cloak.

He leaned on a cane, his waist and back were hunched very badly, and his whole body was bent like a lobster.

He calls himself Chui Tiao Ke.

He is Sun Lingtong's...brother!