The Great Wall is thousands of miles long, and opposite the Great Wall is the wilderness.
When the crow opened his eyes again and woke up from his dream, he found that he had changed his place.
Looking at the unfamiliar courtyard in front of him, Crow couldn't help but ask: "Where is this place? Have I been here before?"
Seeing the curious look on the crow, Li Xiuyuan boiled water and sorted the books on the bookshelf, wondering if his junior sister was still here after all these years?
It wasn't until the spring water on the table whined that he replied: "This is a wild world, this is the Great Wall, and this is my former teacher's courtyard. What else do you want to know?"
"Oh my God, have we really left the Shura Realm?"
Crow responded unhurriedly, using an exaggerated expression to show that he was really shocked at the moment.
However, who said that he was just soaked in a spiritual rain and fell asleep again? In this case, it would not be able to say much.
He just murmured to himself: "So, my crow can be considered to have ascended once?"
"You are overthinking this. This is not an ascension."
Li Xiuyuan responded while making tea: "These are two parallel worlds. I just took you through an unknown place."
Crow nodded and said seriously: "When I finish memorizing the Buddhist scriptures, I will think about whether I want to be a human being or not."
"You, to be honest, don't worry..."
Li Xiuyuan poured two cups of spiritual tea and placed them on the table. He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought about the people and things he was going to face next.
Those causes and effects that are constantly being cut and confused make me feel a little angry for some reason.
Looking at the void outside the living room, he said quietly: "Master, is it possible that a hundred years have passed, and Wuhua and the old monk on the mountain will still miss their disciples?"
The laughter of the old Taoist priest came from the divine sea: "Both the old monk and Wuhua want to learn the sword you used to kill the devil."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this, thinking what is there to learn from that sword? Isn't it just the one-sword slashing snow that I have been practicing hard since I was a child?
Thinking about it, something was wrong. If it was just a snow-cutting sword, how could he make the abyss disappear before his eyes?
After all, that was the sword wielded by the Great Demon King, appearing alive in front of him.
Not only did he see it, but the crows in the sky also saw it.
Shaking his head, he seemed to remember something and pretended to be stupid: "Is it possible that the jade plate has been changing the disciple's body?"
Suddenly, he paused and said, "Or should we say, the power of those laws?"
Crow lowered his head and drank the spiritual tea in the cup, while pricking up his ears and looking at Li Xiuyuan's dazed look, but he was thinking about the meaning of that sentence.
Li Xiuyuan told it not to worry, it must have its own reasons.
And if it doesn't change form for only one day, it won't be able to experience the joy of being a human being, just like the green eagle that Li Xiuyuan said had no water at first.
The old Taoist priest quietly replied: "They can only get the jade plate, but they can't master the law, and they can't master the law... We will talk about the rest later."
At present, the old Taoist priest does not want Li Xiuyuan to face everything under Mount Xumi early. After all, there are more things for him to experience.
Li Xiuyuan took a sip of the spiritual tea and smiled thoughtfully: "It turns out that without knowing it, the disciple also understood a hint of the law."
Until now, Li Xiuyuan doesn't know exactly how many laws he has comprehended.
The old Taoist priest had been herding sheep and never told him about the power of law, because he would not teach him these skills until the last moment.
The road was long and he wanted Li Xiuyuan to go through it on his own.
But he never thought that on the Wanli Divine River, in that immortal coffin, Li Xiuyuan had unknowingly imprinted the power of the law of life and death into his soul.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan no longer worries about unnecessary things. He doesn't have to worry about his debts and will pay them back slowly in the future.
But after the old Taoist priest saw just a few words, this guy figured it out. He was so happy and leisurely that he disappeared into his divine sea before Li Xiuyuan could ask any more questions.
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After drinking a cup of spiritual tea, Li Xiuyuan looked at the empty courtyard and felt a little disappointed.
In other words, he met the Master on the Wangchuan River, but there was no news about Gui Guzi.
These ascended seniors, like the old ape, old wolf and Bai Susu on Tianshan Mountain, disappeared into the vast sky, waiting for him to pursue them later.
The crow drank a cup of tea and shouted, "How long have I been sleeping? Why am I so hungry?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled lightly: "It's not easy to buy food here. When you're hungry, you'll eat dried meat. If no one comes today, we'll leave tomorrow."
On this day, Li Xiuyuan sat quietly in the room holding the book he had not finished reading that year.
While reading, I missed my teacher Gui Guzi. When Crow heard that there was no food outside, he didn't go out and simply lay aside and continued to sleep.
After being bathed in the spiritual rain of the Shura Heaven Realm, it will evolve again in a few days.
Li Xiuyuan even thought, will this guy become like Xiao Hei?
Goat Cave is not far from the wild Wangtian City, on a mountain ten miles outside the city.
It is also a mysterious place.
If Li Xiuyuan were here, he would find that the desolation in the mountains here is comparable to the Demon Mountains in the Demon Realm, with dark land everywhere.
The difference is that there are trees here, and even so, the trees here are dark in color.
It is precisely because of this that it is rare to see even a flying bird, not to mention pedestrians in the mountains.
In a quiet and secret place, there is a strange and terrifying cave, and there is not a single person in sight.
If it weren't for the swaying oil lamp on the stone wall, faintly illuminating the black stone slabs on the ground, it would probably look like a dead land. Just one look at it would be frightening.
A black figure was erratic, coming from the mountains like a ghost, and made its way into what the local hunters called a goat cave.
And that was once, now, even the hunters don't come here anymore.
Now, this place has become a forbidden place, the most mysterious place outside Wangtian City. After being occupied by several mysterious monks from Fucheng, the monks in Wangtian City do not dare to come here.
Several monks who knew the identity of the king of the mountain also died inexplicably in the tavern and teahouse of Wangtian City.
Today's visitor is a young monk, a monk named Wang Hun from Prince Man's Mansion in Fucheng.
It's just that the king soul in the Nascent Soul Realm is just a guy who listens to his master in the Man King's Mansion in Fucheng. Today he came from Fucheng in a hurry just to take a look at his master.
Even though he came from Fucheng, King Hun's steps suddenly slowed down after entering the cave, and he seemed to hesitate as he walked.
It seemed like I wanted to go back, but after thinking about it, I finally had to bite the bullet and move forward.
There was no other reason, because he suddenly heard a terrifying roar from ahead, like a monster or a ghost from hell.
Taking a breath, Wang Hun, who looked hesitant, thought about his mission. Even if there was a fire pit in front of him, he had to walk once.
Fortunately, there would be an oil lamp on the stone wall from time to time, illuminating the dim passage.
After walking for a long time, after descending a long stone staircase, I reached the end of the passage, and the front suddenly became spacious.
Looking up, I saw three words carved on the top of the stone wall.
Ghosts are sad.
"Ghosts are sad..."
Wang Hun murmured softly, looking at the three words and shaking his head. This was not his first time back, but he was inevitably startled by these three words every time.
There was silence in the cave. Along with the previous bursts of terrifying roars, there was only a faint smell of blood coming from the nose.
Looking back at the three characters on the stone wall, Wang Hun shook his head and seemed to have made up his mind not to come back again next time, then he raised his legs and walked forward.
As we walked further, our eyes suddenly opened up. In front of us was a square-like cave with various rocks of different shapes.
After stepping on a suspended stone slab like a small bridge, Wang Hun arrived at the center of the square.
Not far behind him, the hanging piece of
Under the stone slabs, there is darkness. If it were not for the countless fluorite inlaid on the dome of the cave, this would be a dark world.
Even so, without the reflection of the lights on the dome, the falling fluorescence still illuminated the cave in an extremely hideous manner.
Under the suspended stone slabs, dots of phosphorescence are shining everywhere. If you look carefully, you will find that they are piled up like a hill of white bones.
I don’t know if the dead ones are human monks or wild beasts in the mountains.
Seeing the gloomy situation in front of him, Wang Hun shouted from a distance: "Master, I'm here."
"Boom!" sounded.
At the end of the square, there was a high stone platform. As Wang Hun shouted, two oil lamps suddenly lit up, illuminating the scene above and below the stone platform.
He saw a skinny old man sitting on it. If the corner of the old man's mouth hadn't moved, Wang Hun would have thought that this guy had been dead for many days and had no life at all.
The key is that the old man gave him a bad feeling, and he didn't know how many hundred years the old man in front of him had lived.
In Wang Hun's eyes, the fact that a being like the old man is still alive is an existence that defies heaven.
From a distance, the old man sitting on the high platform whispered back: "You came a little too early."
Wang Hun sighed and said with a wry smile: "I can't help it. The king in the city couldn't wait any longer and ordered the villain to come over and have a look."
From a distance of ten feet, Wang Hun vaguely looked at the old man nestled on the stone platform. He saw the old man sitting in the darkness, and even an oil lamp could not illuminate his face.
He could only see a faint will-o'-the-wisp in the old man's eyes from time to time.
The old man didn't seem to care about the king in the city at all. He just replied coldly: "Even if he comes here himself and the time has not come, it will be useless."
After saying this and waving his hands, a gust of wind blew not far away. Wang Hun's eyes suddenly brightened and he looked at the scene not far away.
He was stunned and speechless.
This was the first time he could see clearly, although he had been to this place several times.
What appeared in his eyes was a pool of blood. The pool of blood, which was already dark red, exuded a terrifying aura. Thinking of those bones from before, he couldn't help but want to vomit.
There was a dark red light beside the blood pool, and a faint fire was burning under an ancient tripod whose color could not be seen clearly. It was not clear whether it was the firewood in the mountains or the bones under the stone bridge.
The ancient cauldron was blurry in the darkness. Even so, Wang Hun still knew that this cauldron was the elixir that the King of Fucheng needed.
Whether in Fucheng or Wangtian City, this mysterious old man in front of him is a terrifying person. Therefore, no one knows his true identity.
Even a monk like Wang Hun from Fucheng couldn't help but be moved when he saw the strange scene around the old man.
After just one glance, Wang Hun instantly withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at the ancient cauldron. Everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.
He just ran away to ask questions and even brought some food and wine to the old man.
The origin of the old man is mysterious and unpredictable. The ancient tripod contains endless spiritual power. In addition to the patterns that he cannot understand, it is also engraved with many terrifying inscriptions.
The key is that the elixir in this cauldron has been consumed for a long time. When King Hun thinks about it now, he still breaks out in cold sweat, as if he is sneaking through hell.
If he hadn't changed his identity as a guard of Prince Man's Mansion, even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't want to go here a second time.
While stretching out, a space ring appeared in his hand and slowly flew towards the old man.
Wang Hun cupped his hands and said, "Sir, this is what my master gave you."
