As night falls, calm returns to the mountains and forests. The scene of the village disappearing seemed like a dream.
The three boys and girls only felt that their hearts were empty. Everything happened too suddenly. The emotions in their hearts seemed to have suddenly disappeared. They could only move forward in their future lives without having a hometown.
Except for Youziji, everyone here has somewhere to go.
Tong Xianhua loves He Zhu's two younger brothers, but Gao Caijie already has a place to go, and Feijun Hall is really not suitable for You Ziji.
"Young brother, you are good at boxing alone. Only the Kuchan sect in the world is most suitable for you. However, the disciples of the Kuchan sect travel around the world and have no place to settle. If you want to meet, it depends on chance."
"Among the remaining five major sects, Xuanming Dao in Longzhou and Tianmen Temple in Qizhou have made great achievements in boxing. They can be your future goals."
"They will definitely not let go of a genius like You Xiaodi."
She only mentioned these three sects. There must be other sects in the world who are willing to train You Ziji, but they may not be a good place.
Then she looked at Senior Brother Li Changqing again, her expressions hesitant, but after all, she was still upright in her heart and did not express her displeasure.
"Brother Li, I have heard of your reputation a long time ago, and what you have learned and inherited is not bad. But without the guidance and help of the elders in the sect, the road to cultivation will be bumpy."
"Your junior brother is a rare genius, don't let this delay him."
"Why don't you come to my home? Everyone in our sword hall will definitely welcome you."
"My little sister is outspoken. Please forgive me, Brother Li."
Li Changqing thought to himself, this girl wants to invite me to be a guest at Dao Tang. It is not easy to live under someone else's roof, but what she said is also true.
"Hahaha, thank you for your concern, sister. You are right. Although my two senior brothers have inheritance, they are alone after all."
"As the saying goes, it is better to rest against a big tree to enjoy the shade. We also want to find a backer, but my junior brother has just joined the school. As a senior brother, I must first teach the skills, skills, experience and knowledge one by one. This requires traveling abroad. Time.”
"But I can't go to the Sword Hall."
Since Li Changqing had no intention, Tong Xianhua couldn't force it. She sighed secretly in her heart. She was really worried about Gao Caijie's future growth. If such a rough jade was not carefully carved, it would really make people heartbroken.
Now that the matter in the village is over, everyone decided to go down the mountain and go home tomorrow.
You Ziji shook his head, "I want to stay and continue to look for Xiaogou here."
He Zhu felt that You Ziji was having trouble thinking about it, and comforted him: "Xiao Gou is the guardian spirit. He must have left with the village."
Gao Caijie also disagreed, "Brother, the things about gods are too strange and ethereal, so why are you so serious about it?"
"Xiao Gou is not dead." You Ziji said firmly.
The people present are all talents. If an ordinary person said this, it would just be considered that he cannot accept the reality and is crazy. But You Ziji has spiritual roots, so there must be a reason why he is so sure.
Li Changqing stepped forward and asked, "Have you discovered anything?"
"Yes, the actions of gods may seem illusory, but from God's perspective, everything can still be traced."
"If the entire event is viewed as a set story, the conditions for advancing the story must be determined from the beginning and will not change as the event changes."
"So, the story goes on and on. If a monster attacks the village, the village chief will awaken new spiritual roots."
"If the guardian spirit certificate disappears, the guardian formation will collapse."
"It's not enough for the demon king to die. All the demons need to be eliminated before the story is over and the village will disappear immediately."
You Ziji talked eloquently, and the more he talked, the more confident he became, and the uneasy feeling in his heart gradually calmed down with his own reasoning.
"Xiao Gou once said that he had lost contact with the village after losing his credentials. After everything is over, the process of disappearing will not happen to him."
"The gods probably don't have the leisure to use their divine power to bring back a puppy."
"So that's it. Even if he wants to change everything that God has set, he can only add new variables." Li Changqing suddenly realized this and gave You Ziji a piece of evidence.
"Variable?" You Ziji obviously didn't know Zhu Ji's situation.
"After fighting the Demon King yesterday, I had some doubts, and even more so after seeing his Demon Pill today."
"His demon elixir is like glass, which shows that the true energy is very pure. And the previous news said that the demon king absorbed a large number of demon flesh and blood to restore the body. This is contradictory, so he should not be the original demon king. "
"That wild boar spirit's energy cannot be cultivated by ordinary forces. But if he really has some background, he won't fight against us just by relying on brute force."
"I think only gods have the ability to create such clean power."
"Perhaps the gods had some special thoughts and changed to a demon king. It's a pity that the village disappeared, he must be dead. We will never know the gods' thoughts."
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Juji actually has a better way to solve the problem.
But it was too late for him to go to the village to get the holy elixir, so he could only risk his life and send out his inner elixir together with the certificate, and let the enemy help him cut off the connection with the certificate.
After re-cultivating the inner elixir, he was still a good pig.
Fortunately, after he killed the demon king, he discovered the three treasures guided by the bluestone. Swordsmanship and secret skills were useless to him, but the final pulse-fixing talisman could fix his bloodline for a period of time and maintain his own glimmer of hope. .
This talisman is what he needs most at this time.
He once fought with Xiao Gou and knocked Xiao Gou off the cliff, but Xiao Gou did not die. Later, Zhu Ji learned from the report of the little monster under his command that there was a big river under the cliff that saved Xiaogou's life.
He put his fate on the gambling table, but luckily, he won the bet.
The river under the cliff dragged a black pig and drifted all the way to a lake.
Zhu Ji is rough-skinned and thick-muscled, and the beatings he took all the way had no impact on his body. But the weakness caused by losing the inner elixir is the most fatal. Fortunately, there is still that talisman.
The talisman had a time limit, so Zhu Ji did not dare to delay and staggered ashore. At this time, he was in a daze, as if he had lost his mind and was only relying on instinct to drive his body.
It is not easy to cultivate monsters. To fall to this level is more terrifying than Zhu Ji expected. I am afraid it will be difficult to turn over.
Like a starving ghost, he ate and ate all the way, eating everything he could digest. But how could these mundane things be enough to fill the vacancy in his body.
The more he lacks, the more he has to eat. The more he eats, the more he notices the difference. His physique is constantly declining at this time. Every movement consumes his own vitality, and his body becomes more and more weak.
If he doesn't eat morning and evening, he will die. Only by finding a treasure that can provide him with huge energy as soon as possible can he save his life.
He seized the time and ate faster and faster, breaking through the limit. It only took more than an hour to eat all the way to Damian Lake.
The pig's nose is very clever, and he smelled many elixirs that could save his life, but the body's instinctive survival response allowed Zhu Ji to avoid some unrealistic places.
For example, the guards at some of the powerful medicine depots in Da Mian Lake can easily kill the current Zhu Ji.
Zhuji walked in circles, getting farther and farther away from the crowd. He slowly climbed up a valley. Under the valley was an altar, and next to the altar was the Xingyue Pool.
This is the most famous place in Damian Lake. It can help young monsters refine their true energy, refine their bodies, and even transform in advance. It is the only treasure place in the north of Longzhou that can help monsters form elixirs.
Zhu Ji jumped down from the top of the valley and fell to the bottom of the lake. He could no longer move or breathe, as if he was petrified at the bottom of the water.
The nearby monsters heard the loud noise and searched carefully several times but found nothing unusual. In the end, they dropped the matter.
Zhu Ji, on the other hand, was frantically absorbing the power of the stars in the pool, washing his meridians and replenishing his energy. His body slowly solidified and became real again.
In the past thousand years, there has not been a single monster in the wild forest who has cultivated the inner elixir on his own. Zhu Ji does not remember how he created a miracle in the wild forest where resources were scarce and he could not advance at all. But what he experienced this time has been firmly remembered in his heart.
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On the official road, there was a rumbling sound, and amid the neat sounds of "Xi Jin Jin", a cavalry team of more than a dozen people slowly stopped ten feet away in front of the Damian Lake Pass.
A knight stepped out from the crowd, and when he arrived at the checkpoint, he didn't say anything and threw the token directly into the arms of the guard leader.
The guards who were despised did not dare to object. Even a blind person could tell that the person coming must be a big shot from outside.
The leader took the well-made token in his hand and looked at it.
There are so many tokens in the world, how can he know who this token represents? He is not directly under the jurisdiction of Tianfu. It's just that this group of people, with complete armor and neat movements, is obviously from the regular army.
The cloaks on their bodies are made of better material than those worn by the shopkeeper, and each of them has one piece. The sharp armor was originally thought to be made of metal, but as I got closer I realized that it was clearly a pair of leather armor, probably made of the scales of an alien beast.
Ouch! And this scabbard is made of top-grade ebony. This pattern really sticks in my mind. The tip of the knife is wrapped with snowflake fine iron, which is a grade higher than the cold iron on the scabbard in the weapon shop. The so-called treasure of the store that I cherish so much is not worthy of carrying shoes with this scabbard.
This must be the guard of the big city and cannot be stopped.
The leader's face was full of smiles. When he handed back the token, his hand couldn't help but want to touch the knight's scabbard.
Halfway through the process, he retracted his hand and wiped it on his clothes, thinking not to stain this good scabbard.
The knight didn't care about such a beggar-like figure in the countryside. He waved his whip and rode back.
A team of horses galloped again, and the sound of horse hooves shook the official road. The leader came to his senses and hurriedly evacuated the people nearby. However, the team of knights ignored them and only slowly increased their speed. When they got close to the crowd, they jumped up on their horses. It flew over the heads of the crowd, causing a burst of curses. The knight returned the crowd with a few whips and walked away.
The leader was secretly glad that he had not angered this group of arrogant and domineering knights before.
He didn't know who this team was, so he had to go back and report it to his superior.
Just as he started, the leader suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Somehow, this has been happening every day for the past month, and I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I had to hand over the task to my subordinates.
In the distance, a group of monster salesmen were cursing, and slowly dispersed as those leaving the city and those entering came in.
The salesman entered the market, turned a few more corners, put down his burden, and knocked on the bamboo basket.
The bamboo basket shook for a while, and a little girl in ragged clothes, about twelve or thirteen years old, came out of it. The little girl took out a piece of broken silver, handed it to the salesman, and said:
"This is the final payment, thank you, Uncle Donkey."
Then he got into the alley and disappeared.
