Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 82 How to write idiots

"Sometimes if you want to know the truth, you often have to pay a certain price." A Ruo stepped on Yan's arm and stepped on his shoulder, whispering softly.

"You wanted to take that child away from the first moment you saw her, and you made many excuses for this."

Yan's heart sank. The feeling of having someone guess your mind is not a wonderful feeling, let alone having someone directly open the sea of ​​consciousness and read your mind.

White Cat Aruo is right, he did find many excuses, both public and private, emotional and rational.

"But none of those are your true intentions."

The bright yellow crystal ball kept rolling amidst the meowing of the cat, and stopped after touching the boy's wide sleeves.

"You want to know the truth behind the collapse of Zhushan Mountain, you want to know where your parents went, and you want to know whether your brother still has a chance to survive."

"Because of Tao Li's mercy, you had the opportunity to explore the truth. For eight whole years, you sat in the library. God favored you again and allowed you to see certain possibilities in the white wood illusion."

"But what's the use if you know it? You're really too weak."

Yan picked up the crystal ball on the lawn. Inside the crystal wall, the familiar black mist tightly covered the traces of the isolated island. The rainbow light was swallowed up and the sound of fairy music could not be heard.

Now that things have reached this point, there is still nothing we don’t understand.

Entering the game without knowing it.

The second time, this was the second time, he began to regret that he only spent his days and nights with books and did not practice diligently.

Yan felt that his lips were a little dry, and his words became hoarse: "Master...does he... know about this..."

"I don't know, I didn't know before." Aruo shook his head, "I don't know now either."

Listening to the vague answer, Yan suspected that what Aruo said was not the same thing as what he asked. He wanted to know how much Taoli and Baiwei did behind him bringing back Xiaodongtian, and whether it was the same as before.

Bai Mu was like in a dreamland, personally leading him into the game.

"You are the messenger of the gods who have been programmed in your heart. The gods can hear me, meow!" Aruo stepped hard on Jijiuyan's shoulder. After venting his anger, he put his head in front of the young man.

Its beard stopped trembling and its voice became serious.

"Stop your thoughts and remember the agreement you made with Tao Li. There will be no better person than him in this world."

"They never wanted to harm you, that kind old man, they just wanted to make you happy."

In a dream.

Sheng Fei felt that the thirst in his heart was gradually disappearing, and he became calmer. He counted the number of Golden Falcons on the ground, no more, no less, just enough to pay to the clan. For two days, there were three more.

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There are few plants and trees near Zhushan, and there are many monsters with metal and stone attributes, but few of them can be eaten, and even fewer of them taste good. The Fierce Golden Falcon is one of them.

She glanced at Yan subconsciously and said it was inappropriate to say he was an idiot. Look at this, he was just right and even found a reason why he couldn't go back yesterday.

"Let's go back."

Sheng Fei was already very skilled at picking off bird feathers. He stuffed the feathers into the quiver one by one. Those that couldn't be stuffed were gathered in one place. He took off the hemp rope behind his back and tied it up. On the other side of the rock, he also tied the feathers with fierce gold.

The falcons are all strung together in one place.

Speaking of this, I have to mention something that Sheng Fei and Yan have complained about several times - the act of running around with a long list of things is really stupid.

Yan's explanation for this is that based on his current ability, this is the most convenient method. There are too many prey, and it is inconvenient to fight back. It is dragged. Anyway, the skin of the Fierce Golden Falcon is as hard as gold and stone, and it will kill even if it dies.

What a great deal it would be to have another intimate contact with the earth.

It is not that there are no weapon refiners in the clan, but they can only refine some crude weapons. In addition, there are no talisman masters who can carve spiritual patterns, which leads to the scarcity of storage magic weapons, and they will not be given to the two children.

The patriarch of the two men does have a storage ring and storage bag on his body, but it has been two years since he has been seen, so it's okay not to mention it.

Looking at the long line of golden falcons that were as honest as chickens rolling behind her, Sheng Fei unconsciously thought of a certain piece of greenery in her memory. She sat on the edge of the soft clouds, with the grass under her feet.

Bi.

Her sister held a rattle in her hand. Sheng Fei once counted that there were ninety-nine bells on the moon-like rattle. Each one looked very simple and full of solemnity. She even touched it.

, there are countless small scratches on it, each one showing the traces of time.

The end of the rattle is tied with a very long red rope. The other end of the red rope is tied on my sister's jade-white wrist and tied with a very cute bow. Yes, it was tied by Sheng Fei.

The simple red rope tumbled and danced in the wind accompanied by the rattle, and her sister sang beautiful songs softly among the white sheep in a language she could not understand.

Sheng Fei couldn't understand it, but it didn't stop her from remembering those obscure and beautiful pronunciations. She hummed them subconsciously when she was reminded of old scenes.

Malan flowers, Malan flowers.

Not afraid of wind or rain.

Hard-working people are talking.

Please bloom now.

Songs are sung under the moon.

Happiness will bloom.

Plant a flower.

Hope is sprouting.

…

"Jing, what weird thing are you reading?" Yan stopped and asked doubtfully.

When he paused, the Fierce Golden Falcon rolling rapidly behind them failed to stop in time. As a result, the two of them had their faces covered in ashes.

"Bah! I have to take back what I said about you not being an idiot."

Sheng Fei tried to wipe away the dust around her eyes, but she ignored her actions on the edge of the cliff, which made the back of her hands and palms covered with more sticky and unpleasant black ash. When she reached out and wiped it, a burning tingling sensation came through.

The fragile eyes pierce the soul.

Okay, obviously, she's the nerd.

She didn't ask Yan why he didn't use cleaning techniques like the Dust Removal Technique. She still couldn't forget Yan's straightforward answer after asking the previous question.

"I can't learn."

There is really nothing wrong with it. There is no fighting technique in Zhushanbe, brute force is enough!

There is no dispute that cannot be resolved with one punch. If there is, then give it another punch!

In Jing's memory, some of the most common spells in human territory have never been used by people here. Sheng Fei sometimes doubts, do the people of Zhushan tribe really live in a world where they can cultivate immortals? Theirs

How can we live our lives just like ordinary people in the world?

Outside the dream, Yan followed the white cat's instructions and closed his eyes honestly.

"I know you have a lot of questions that need to be answered now, but I can't tell you the answers directly. You can only see with your own heart."

The white cat who claimed to be the messenger of the gods tapped his front paws on the young man's forehead, and his body became illusory. Then the invisible power turned into a trickle and quietly flowed into the young man's eyes.

For a moment, there was a white mist in the sky and the earth, hiding the river full of golden sand.

Children, have your parents ever told you not to jump into a pit three times...and the nursery rhyme comes from the song "Ma Lan" in the 2006 CCTV animation "Ma Lan Hua".

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