Purgatory Artist

Under the moon wind.

The fire light shone on the baby's face.

The baby was surprisingly calm, did not cry for a while, and did not move his body curiously.

"Little guy, is it because you are blind? When you grow up, you will know that the world is more than dark."

The old Taoist sits in front of the fire, strokes his hand on the pipa, and flicks it lightly.

Dingdingdongdongdong's jade beads were scattered all over the floor, and he sang in a low voice:

"Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen,"

"The blue sky is like water and the night clouds are light,"

"The sound of the wild goose is farther than Xiaoxiang,"

"The middle moon on the twelfth floor reveals itself."

There was a bark of dogs in the woodland in the distance.

Pipa stopped.

The old Taoist smiled his palms and said: "Tomorrow's belly is calling, it is very destined, destined!"

He spun Pipa behind him, drew out a sharpened fire stick, stabbed it in the fire for a moment, and listened carefully to the barking place with his ears upright.

Lean less.

The old Taoist stood up fiercely and went with the fire stick.

Before the fire.

Only the baby is left.

suddenly.

A voice rang in the baby's ear:

"I'm late, I'm so sorry."

"——I am a new historical recorder. I saw your destiny when you were about to die."

The voice was a little emotional:

"Many things in history happen by chance. Sometimes history does not go this way, that is, it will go another way."

"For example, you were rescued."

"Perhaps in a parallel world, when your master passed by here, he did not save you, and you were not thrown into the river."

"That's right—"

"We are now in a parallel world without you."

"This is because of the caution of the nightmare lord."

"In this parallel world, the world of six reincarnations is incomplete, so it is fearless."

"It thinks it's convenient for it to act, and it can kill you at will, but it doesn't know that this is your chance."

"Everything here is not fixed."

"You have met the Lord of Nightmares, and you know the Spirit. If one day you find a real way to deal with nightmares--"

"Please start creating that Wujing."

"When you succeed, I am responsible for fixing everything you experience here as history, turning it back to the main timeline, and replacing that period of history."

"Come on."

"Waiting for good news."

The sound gradually disappeared.

The baby listened quietly, closed his eyes, and started thinking quietly.

Wu Jing...

Extraordinary martial arts!

He has been defeated in the hands of the Lord of Nightmare, knows its power, and knows that countless spirits are not the opponents of nightmare.

So.

How to create Guizang's most conquering martial arts sutra?

The mountain breeze blows.

In Lin Ye’s sound, a pipa sound came with the wind, and the voice of the old Taoist priest floated on the empty mountain:

"However, the heavens do not obey the wishes of others,

Like the old geese falling on the sand,

Passing miserable years. "

After a while.

The old Taoist came back frustrated, threw the fire stick to the ground, and muttered:

"Beast, running so fast, can't call it back? How does it know that I want to eat it? Mom's!"

The baby couldn't help laughing at this moment.

The old Taoist saw him smiling and stared: "Are you still smiling? I have nothing to eat, what do you eat? You are hungry—"

He suddenly stopped.

Yes.

I can eat dog meat, but Wawa can't.

The old Taoist thought for a moment and murmured: "No, if this baby is hungry, won't he cry in the middle of the night? I have to show my true skills and get him something to eat."

As he said, he threw a handful of wood in the fire and got up immediately.

After a while.

The old Taoist came back carrying two fishes, wet all over, threw the fish into the black iron pot, and said to himself:

"You should be able to eat fish soup. I remember that in the early years of famine, the children by the river depended on it."

The baby drooped his eyes, as if he hadn't heard at all.

"Humph, wait a while for the fish soup to be ready, you will know that you are hungry."

...

Five years in a flash.

Rainy.

Mountain temple.

The old Dao lay beside the fire, moaning in his mouth.

The figure of a child appeared at the gate of the temple.

With a black cloth over his eyes, a dagger in his hand and a gourd tied around his waist, he walked to Lao Dao as soon as he entered and pressed the vein of Lao Dao with his hand.

"For a few more days, it's a fluke that you can survive the Tribulation this time. Since you have survived, as long as the power of the Thunder Tribulation on your body dissipates, the injury will naturally heal soon."

The child said old-fashioned while taking his pulse.

The old Dao grinned and said, "Boy, you know what a fart, I'm hungry."

The child shook his head, ignored him, just sat cross-legged on one side.

"Hey, practice again, aren't you coming to the next chess game?" Old Tao asked.

"I'm in meditation, don't make noise, play by yourself." The boy said.

The old Taoist said angrily: "Which of us is the master and who is the apprentice?"

The child closed his eyes, while adjusting his breath and movement, while silently calculating the battle that year.

"Remember, remember why it killed you, remember everything it did here, you will understand in the future!"

Andrea's voice echoed in her ears again.

In that battle...what are the gains and losses...what is there that I didn't expect?

The child worked hard and deduced, and suddenly heard the old Dao groan full of pain.

He reluctantly interrupted the deduction and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It hurts! This **** tribulation, I have already successfully overcome the tribulation, and I have come up with my ass. Isn't this disgusting me?" The old Dao groaned.

"Will you drink the elixir?" the child asked.

"Drink." Old Tao said.

The child stood up, took a small casserole with one arm, and began to boil the medicine.

The fire illuminates his thin body, and his shadow is reflected on the wall.

The old Tao watched him busy, and suddenly said:

"Come on, kid, tell me about your ambitions in the future."

"ambition?"

"Yes, your cultivation speed is too fast. I am a little bit confused about your Dao Xin. Come and tell me, do you want to cultivate to an extremely high level? Do you want to be a god? Or imagine me? How to play the world like this?"

"None of interest." The child said while making medicine.

"Then what do you plan to do when you grow up?" Old Tao tilted his head to look at him.

"In a few years, integrate the two ways of right and evil, unify the spiritual world, and barely become the number one person in the world." The boy said.

"Obviously only five years old, what a big tone!" Old Tao laughed.

suddenly.

He felt it, and looked towards the entrance of the ruined temple.

The shadows of several wild beasts appeared.

"Liuping!"

The old Dao pointed to the door, his fingers trembling and said: "Quick! Your master, I am seriously injured now, I can only rely on you!"

The child felt a little.

I saw a few pairs of scarlet eyes appearing at the entrance of the ruined temple.

Dingo.

——No, not wild dogs, they have a little demon power fluctuation.

These wild dogs are all monsters!

The boy beckoned.

The wild dogs immediately filed in, squatted down in front of him, opened their mouths, and put things in front of the boy.

A piece of bacon, a string of coins, two sets of brand-new clothes, and a paper umbrella.

There is even a title deed!

Although the young man covered his eyes with a black cloth, he seemed to be able to see him, and said, "My master is injured, so I will take your things, but we don't need this kind of thing when the title deed is taken back."

A wild dog bit the title deed, grabbed it aside and pressed it with a stone.

——This means that the wind is too strong, so when you leave for a while, take it away.

Old Taoist tusk, and said: "Hey, they are all about to be refined, what are you doing?"

"I teach them." The boy said.

The old way was startled.

The child turned his head and said sternly: "You have only entered the path of the Nine Netherworlds. I will share with you the current important tasks of practice, and you must listen carefully, and you must not omit anything."

The veteran looked carefully and saw that the demon dogs had clear eyes, no blood, clean hair, sitting in a circle around the children, looking respectful.

-There is even one that already has a human-like silhouette.

After about a few minutes.

A few deer gently entered the ruined temple and stood in the corner to the side, quietly listening to his preaching.

Then a group of **** flew into the temple and landed on the eaves, standing still.

A bear came in, sat on the pillar, closed his eyes and listened.

Two tigers came together, lying not far from the child's side.

Gradually more animals came.

The child's expression did not change, but he continued to talk about Jiuyou's method.

After dozens of minutes.

There was a burst of medicinal fragrance from the fire.

The child waved his hand and said, "Let's all go, my master wants to eat and rest. I will be here today."

The birds and beasts lowered their heads, as if they were saluting.

They stepped back one by one, turned and left the ruined temple.

The child was holding the casserole, poured the boiled elixir into the bowl, and brought it to the old man.

The fire light illuminates the faces of the master and apprentice.

"Why teach them to practice?" Old Tao asked.

"Why did you save me in the first place? Why did I teach them to practice." Liu Ping said.

He was still thinking about every detail of the meeting with the Lord of Nightmare that day.

The Lord of Nightmare seems to be a little afraid of the six reincarnations.

But why?

Over there, the old Tao thought for a while, and said, "That's the truth...but you became a master when you were only five years old~www.wuxiaspot.com~ what do you make me think about this master?"

"What are you afraid of? There will be more and more disciples and grandchildren in the future. If you are a man or a demon, you must respect you. If you say it, you will be more prestigious." Liu Ping said.

The old way pats the thigh, it makes sense.

"Humans and demons are still at peace, but if you fight against each other in the future, how should you deal with yourself?"

"You said I want to dominate the world, don't you believe me the old way?"

"Haha, good ambition, no matter what, I would like to reward you with a good thing today."

As the old man spoke, he took out a tortoise shell from his arms.

"Did you see it? This is for divination. You are already five years old, and you are successful in your practice. You can use it to familiarize yourself with it."

"Thank you, Master." Liu Ping took the tortoise shell and walked to one side.

Five years old...

I am already five years old and should be able to use this tortoise shell.

He took apart a few of the string of copper coins presented by the wild dogs, and shook them back and forth in his hands.

The veteran chattered behind him:

"If someone understands hexagrams, using this tortoise shell for divination will do more with less, and will be able to see the past and the future clearly."

"However, Guashu is the top skill among the six arts. You can gain a glimpse of the heavens when you enter, and you can look down at the Nine Nethers when you retreat. It is impossible for ordinary practitioners to master it. It requires extremely high talents. You--"

Wow!

There was a loud noise, interrupting the old Taoist's narration.

Copper coins hit the tortoise shell and scattered all over the floor.

Liu Ping silently looked at the coins, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind.

suddenly.

A small burning line appeared before his eyes:

"Congratulations."

"You have performed a very important thing with the six highest skills--"

"The Lord of Nightmare cannot defeat the six reincarnations."

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