Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 84 What can time change?

Speaking of realizing his wish, Sheng Fei recalled his experience in the white wood illusion and the special hair growth agent that was left in the illusion, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

But seeing as Yan has grown up and is not bald, she should have no big problem? Yeah, yes, that’s right, that’s it.

Ah, wait, she didn't seem to explain the meaning of that word to Yan just now, right?

Sheng Fei scratched his head and asked doubtfully: "How do you understand this maze-like thing?"

"You'll understand after you look at it." Yan replied honestly.

Sheng Fei's expression froze slightly, thinking that there was no difference between answering and not answering. If everything were so simple, she could go directly to command the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths - but the fact is that she can't even follow one of her sister's footsteps.

superior.

Life, freedom, rights, and status are often closely related. Life is fundamental. Without sufficient life span and healthy body, one loses the qualification to compete for the latter three. In turn, sufficient rights and status can make people

Get a chance to continue your life.

As for freedom, it is a very special thing. It has always existed and people can have it at any time. However, the price to be paid is not the same under different circumstances.

Sometimes it may just be a plate of batter mixed with some juicy new line red fruit, sometimes it may be an illusory relationship, and sometimes it may be a high-spirited brow.

It is a face with all kinds of appearances, a heart that is difficult to distinguish between black and white, a Luo Shang and a green hairpin that are not in the body, and a warm and fragrant soft jade that is difficult to hold in one's arms.

There is rarely a time when the balance between what is gained and what is paid is tilted. Since it is very small, it is not absolute. Sheng Wei knows very well that the world is so big, there will always be some exceptions.

However, knowing some things does not mean that she can think clearly. Just like when she was in the original world, she had long been prepared to leave and separate. She even wanted to leave early in order to escape the pain, but she was dragged away.

After that, I just wanted to live.

After changing to a strange and familiar environment, fate seemed to have played a little joke on her. If she wanted to escape from the cage, she had to live. If she wanted to live, she had to stay in the cage, in order to one day be able to live freely.

, you can only live.

The difference between the above two kinds of lives is probably just one Ai Luoluo, the perfect Ai Luoluo.

Sheng Fei was not sure whether the life points were still valid after the system's energy supply was shut down. If not counting, he would have lived for five years, but eight years. If there had been no time-travel accident, he could still have lived a happy life for eleven years in his original place.

No matter how you think about it, she has made a big loss!

Sister, if you don’t come here to fish for your dear sister, she really won’t live long! The debt will be more and more owed!

The two of them spent some time on their way with the bird strings, and stayed outside the stone castle for a while. In the dream, the sun climbed to the middle of the head, the clouds were so clean, and the blue sky seemed to be covered by

I pressed the pause button and felt a mysterious sense of silence.

Sheng Fei looked up at her dark little face, feeling very melancholy. Overthinking seemed to make the paste in her head smell of burnt smell. She twitched her nose slightly and sniffed it. It was quite fragrant.

Okay, it's probably not something wrong with her brain.

The smell of cinnamon in the air became stronger. She turned around and saw thick smoke billowing up into the sky from the top of the stone castle.

"The fire over there looks like our house." Sheng Fei's palms were a little sweaty and his face was nervous.

It is very important to have a safe place to live. Even in her dream, she does not want to sleep on the street or under a bridge or on a dirt slope.

She wanted to rush back quickly, so she reached out to pull the boy beside her.

I used two parts of force, but it didn't pull.

Yan stood motionless on the spot, not turning around and not looking at the thick smoke above the stone castle.

The fireworks in the distance brought up a gust of hot wind, lifting his messy and loose black hair, and a touch of emerald color dazzled his ears.

It was a small ring-shaped pendant, very thin and round, and the place where it connected with the earlobe was wrapped with several turns of gold thread.

Facing those unruffled black eyes, Sheng Wei swallowed and suddenly felt a little cold.

That cold wind rushed up from the soles of my feet to the bottom of my heart, making it feel strangely chilly.

What is in the sky?

In fact, to be precise, there should be something outside the sky. Yan saw it with the help of the power of the white cat Aruo, but he was not as surprised or surprised as it said.

In his eyes, there was a purple sleeve in the sky, very light and soft.

It is very wide, the lower end is slightly white, and it is as light as morning dew, like the breeze in the forest, or like a mountain stream.

Like a grand dream, like smoke and mist, like a dream.

The sleeves were long and soft, perfectly matching the memory. It seemed to want to fall into the small courtyard, but three golden threads stopped it.

The golden thread stretches across the sky and the earth, and I don't know where it starts or where it ends. There are endless golden runes floating around the thread, which is sacred and solemn.

Yan only glanced at it for a few times before his eyes began to feel hot and the white mist dissipated suddenly faster.

Further away, there are two golden threads that have not joined the battle, but are just hanging motionless on the side, until another red rope and a ball of black mist come from the sky, and the red rope turns into thousands of silk threads,

It fluttered gently and looked extremely slow, but Yan knew that it was just because the distance was too far.

The red threads whizzing towards us were like living creatures, vivid and flexible. Seeing that our side was at a disadvantage, one of the golden threads that was watching the show finally couldn't hold it back and went straight into the battle situation to get entangled with the red threads.

"What on earth are those?" Yan murmured in a low voice. He had also seen Daxiu's fights in books and heard about immortal fights, but the two-line fight he saw before him was really unbelievable.

"It's the power from the higher world." Aruo glanced at the five old men in the courtyard who were unaware. "No matter how powerful they are, they cannot sense it due to the restrictions of the rules."

Combined with the purple sleeves, Yan felt as if he had realized something: "You mean that's where I'm from, too?"

A Ruo glanced at Bai Wei again, her expression slightly changed.

With the wish made by Luo Shui, Bai Wei in Baimu's illusion was able to leave smoothly with it, but the illusion was ultimately just a projection of Baimu Town, and now they are just projections of the remaining souls. Without breaking Baimu Town,

If the cycle continues, everyone's physical body will not be able to be liberated.

With the supply of the god-given tree, Bai Wei can become immortal as a projection. One person and one cat keep running around the world, just to pursue an illusory possibility.

Aruo thought that he should understand the hardships involved.

When did your thoughts begin to change? Was it when you received the invitation from Wuchen Land, or was it after seeing the hope expressed by Luo Shui?

Bai Wei always remembered that there were many people waiting for him, but it was different. No one in Baimu Town was waiting for him.

No one outside Baimu Town would wait for it to go home.

Ten thousand years was really too long, and A Ruo felt that it was enough.

It doesn't want to go back.

(End of chapter)