Li Wuyou sighed: "Go back and practice, because I also want to make a name for myself in this world! I will personally create a bigger sect in the future."
"Create a sect?" Tao Ziming was slightly startled, thinking that Li Wuyou's dream was big enough, and he had no intention of establishing a sect and accepting disciples.
Time flies by like a fleeting moment.
The scene changes.
On the cliff of Wanmu Peak, Tao Ziming stands on a huge rock.
Bathed in the golden sunshine, like a tree, it has unconsciously blended into the surrounding lush trees.
A cuckoo flapped its wings and landed gently on his shoulder.
I looked at him curiously for a long time, and then relaxed when I was sure that the other party was not a threat and was really a tree.
This is already Tao Ziming's third year in the Qingshan Sect.
I recall that back then, in that side hall, because of the extra head on his shoulder, no one in the entire Qingshan Sect wanted to accept him as a disciple.
Except for the sloppy old man.
In recent days, Tao Ziming always wakes up in the middle of the night.
Because he discovered that the head on his shoulder had undergone some changes recently.
The fortune teller once said.
When this head opens its eyes, this child's future will be limitless.
It will surely soar into the sky, the black-bone chicken will turn into a phoenix, and the carp will turn into a real dragon.
And the last few nights.
Every time at midnight.
Tao Ziming would wake up from his dream.
Yes, it was a startling awakening.
Because he found that there was an extra voice in his head.
"One body, two heads. Who do you think is better to control this body?"
The voice sounded a lot like him.
But Tao Zi clearly knew that he would never say such a thing.
Who made that sound?
Tao Ziming woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't help but shift his eyes to the head on his left shoulder.
This head was born with him and has been with him to this day.
In the meantime, it can be said that he suffered a lot.
Why did it happen at this time?
And the voice in his head recently gave him a very dangerous feeling.
Because he felt an evil aura from the owner of that voice.
This evil spirit is different from those evil spirits.
That is an absolute evil. If Tao Ziming is like a sun, it only appears during the day.
That sound that only appears at night is like a ghost hiding in the dark night.
He cannot see the light, nor can he become the true owner of this body.
Another night, Tao Ziming woke up from his sleep.
At this time, the eyes of the head on his left shoulder were fully open.
"You finally woke up. You've had enough sleep. I want to go for a walk. You don't mind!"
What Tao Ziming was most worried about happened.
At this time, he had begun to doubt whether the person who gave him a divination was telling the truth or lies.
Because he discovered this extra head, he had a separate consciousness.
In other words, Tao Ziming now has two souls in his body.
Every soul thinks differently.
This is the scariest thing.
"How about this, you come during the day and I come at night? You have been using this body for so many years, and now you let me use it. This is not too much to ask."
Tao Ziming frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
But the head smiled: "I am you, you are me. We are one, and no one can live without the other.
If you don't let me control it, then I will have to take it myself! "
As the sound fell.
Tao Ziming was surprised to find that half of his body could not move.
That head can really control his body.
When he was awake, he easily controlled half of his body.
Looking at the dark night, Tao Ziming knew clearly that this was definitely not a dream.
"I've suffered so much over the years. Now I'm finally free of those days of being dead and unconscious.
But you appeared at this time. This isn't fair. This body is mine. Tao Ziming said in a low voice.
That's right.
Ever since he could remember.
He didn't have a day of comfort.
Everyone regarded him as a monster and called him a freak.
They chased him with stones to drive him out of the village.
Growing up, I suffered all the cold looks and ridicule.
At that time, where was this head?
"I managed to survive until today, and now these achievements are all achieved by myself bit by bit." I won't let you take away the fruits of my labor. "
The head on Tao Ziming's shoulder smiled: "But don't forget, I am also part of this body, and I also have the right to control this body."
Even Tao Ziming couldn't remember how long this argument lasted.
He only remembered those nights that sapped his energy, and each night tortured him.
However, the strange thing is that a month later, the head on the shoulder fell into a deep sleep again.
It seemed that everything was over and things were back to where they started. He was still the Tao Ziming he was before.
On this day, Tao Ziming stood on the top of the mountain as usual, thinking about the experiences he had suffered during those weird nights a few days ago.
Now, he has a feeling of fear deep in his heart about the extra head on his shoulders.
But he also knew that there was no way he could get rid of this head.
So he could only pray from the bottom of his heart, hoping that this head would not wake up again.
This morning, Liu Changkong, a sloppy old man, found Tao Ziming: "I have given you everything I can teach you, and you have to walk the rest of the way on your own."
The sloppy old man was still as careless about his image as before, wearing the tattered Taoist robes, getting drunk every day, and there was a strong smell of alcohol on his body.
Tao Ziming nodded.
Maybe it's time to go for a walk.
Just like the sloppy old man said: "If you don't join the world, how can you be born in it?"
A truly strong person will never stop at what he has achieved now.
He must constantly challenge himself in order to truly stand on top of the world and become the strongest person in the world.
Tao Ziming followed the sloppy old man's guidance and chose to go down the mountain.
The person who accompanied him to leave Qingshan Sect was Li Wuyou, the disciple of the Sixth Elder.
Li Wuyou can be said to be his only friend in Qingshan Sect, and the only person who can talk to him for a few words.
"Brother Ziming, how long do you plan to go down the mountain this time?" This was a conversation that took place at the gate of the mountain.
When Tao Ziming faced Li Wuyou's question, he looked at the distant Shizhou City and didn't have an accurate answer in his heart.
"Maybe three days, maybe a month, maybe, I don't know how long."
"It's so boring to go down the mountain alone. Let me go with you."
Tao Ziming hesitated, looking at Li Wuyou with a sincere face, and finally took him down the mountain with him.
