Between heaven and earth.
Wu Wan sat quietly on the stone chair with a back several feet higher. He raised his hand to support his chin, and his eyes flashed with light from time to time.
This place is quiet and quiet, but Wu Wan can hear the sounds of all things through the way of heaven.
The heavenly path in the palm of your hand sits in the sky, and you can see that the eternity of time has disappeared.
No matter how thick the earth is and how high the sky is, I have understood the supreme way!
The powerful gods of all the gods, here is Donghuangtai...
"Get up and eat! You might as well sleep until dark!"
A 'gentle' call was faintly heard in my ears.
Tianwai is about to get up.
Wu Wang curled his lips and shook his head, closing his eyes between the heavens.
I glanced at the situation in the heaven out of habit and saw Ling Xiaolan retreating in the fairy light to realize Taoism. Shao Siming was presiding over a morning meeting in the Palace of Life and Life, with a gentle smile on his lips.
Miss them.
But in order to be together for a longer time in the future, I now have to work hard to become stronger, sharpen my will, try a complete path to rise, and complete my own transcendence as soon as possible.
If I want to transcend, my current accumulation is far from enough, especially the accumulation of mental state.
Since you are the Emperor of Heaven, you should have the belief to protect the common people, you should have it!
Snapped!
Wu Wan trembled and left [Between Heaven and Heaven], opened his eyes, and in front of him was Aunt Qing's fair and smiling face.
He was a majestic emperor, but he was spanked!
If this was transmitted back to Heaven, the Emperor's majesty... would not have any impact.
"Still sleeping! The sun is almost shining on your butt! Get up and eat quickly!"
"Hey, get up now."
Wu Wang responded honestly, yawned deeply, wiped the corners of his eyes, and his whole body began to wake up quickly, and his vitality had returned.
rise!
The young man turned over and jumped up, pulled up the somewhat rough "curtain", quickly took off his "nightgown", put on trousers and a short shirt, tied two soft cloth belts around his waist, and tied the robe The hair hanging down her shoulders was simply tied up.
Although the commoner had patches on his shoulders, it did not affect the boy's handsomeness at all.
His face is five points similar to his original one. This is actually due to the fact that his face is gradually recovering under the influence of the soul.
But later on, Wu Wan would try to eat as much fat as possible to avoid exposing himself because of such trivial matters as appearance.
Aunt Qing should not go up the mountain today.
This aunt with Qingqiu bloodline put on a loose sarong today. Although her legs and feet are no longer slender due to the muscles wrapped around her, and although her arms are a bit thick due to pulling the bow, she is still very gentle overall.
"Is your leg okay?"
Wu Wan asked in a low voice while holding the rice bowl and putting it into his mouth.
"What's the matter," Aunt Qing said with a smile, "I just tripped when I was going home. There's nothing wrong with it."
"I'll go outside the village and look for any little beasts."
Wu Wan raised his head and looked directly at Aunt Qing, muttering softly:
"I don't go into the mountains. I just hang out in the woods outside the village. You have also seen my crossbow. I can shoot arrows directly without any effort on my part. It can penetrate the door panel within ten steps."
"What's wrong?" There was a smile on Aunt Qing's slightly fat face, "Do you think Auntie is in trouble? I haven't got enough meat for you?"
Wu Wang said: "No, I just think that I am so old that I can't always eat and drink for free. Aren't all the guys about my age going out hunting with me?"
"They are them, and you are you. You were in such poor health before and your brain was not working well. How many years have you been recovering now?"
Aunt Qing put on a straight face and said a little domineeringly:
"I'm not sure, I'm not sure. After dinner, I'll go practice boxing with your Uncle Shan."
"With just those few moves of his, I've already learned it!"
Wu Wan put down the bowl and chopsticks and jumped to the side, smiling: "Look, Aunt, I'll beat you backwards!"
"Can you still fight backwards?"
"Simple!"
As he spoke, Wu Wangzhao stepped on his horse and danced his little fists in a weird way. Aunt Qing was so amused that she kept laughing while holding the bowl, and even the rice grains reached the tip of her nose.
After breakfast, Wu Huan ran away without a trace.
Aunt Qing moved a wooden chair, sat in the shade in front of the wooden house, holding a sewing basket in her arms, and started tinkering with a new pair of trousers.
In the distance, Uncle Shan carried a bundle of thick firewood to an open space not far away. He slowly opened his short shirt, revealing his bronze upper body, with strong muscles bearing the marks left by several animal claws. , lifted the ax for chopping firewood...
Aunt Qing lowered her head and laughed, continued to sew the fabric in her hands, and cursed in a low voice.
At Uncle Shan's house, Wu Wang peered at Uncle Shan's back, looking at the figure that looked like a bodybuilder's, feeling strange in his heart.
Aunt Qing likes weak scholars?
How about teaching Uncle Shan how to recite poems and compose poems?
Scratching his head, Wu Wan gnawed on a bunch of grilled mushrooms, thinking about how to catch a hare with his bare hands to feed Aunt Qing.
"Hahaha!"
A series of loud laughter came from the direction of home.
Wu Wan glanced quietly and saw Aunt Qing laughing so hard that she couldn't breathe;
Uncle Shan was doing what Wu Wang said, grabbing a clay pot, standing with his feet in a lunge, leaning back slightly, using his abdominal muscles to highlight his nine-pack abs, and poured the water in the clay pot from above his head. Come down...
Isn't this sexy?
Doesn’t he have a heightened sense of masculine masculinity?
Aunt Qing's laughter was so direct that Uncle Shan blushed, turned around and ran back to his home.
Just when Wu Wang was worried about whether he would be hung up and beaten by Uncle Shan, the strong man ran up to Wu Wang, chuckled and stammered:
"She laughed, she laughed!"
Uncle Shan's eyes were brighter than his head.
"Okay, boy, you really understand your Aunt Qing! Come on, teach me a few more tricks! I'll make her laugh a few more times!"
Wu Wang:......
Oh, no House.
…
'My father-in-law's "Baicao Jing" is not complete. '
In the forest at the entrance of the valley, Wu Wang squatted in the shade of a tree, identifying a few specious herbs.
The types of plants in the outer world are similar to those in the wild world, but many medicinal herbs have changed their appearance, which is very different from the "Hundred Herbs Classic" written by Mr. Shennong.
Wu Wan is still flesh and blood, and his beautiful life as a young man has just begun, and he doesn't dare to stuff herbs into his mouth and taste them.
It doesn't matter whether it is toxic or not, the point is that it is unhygienic.
Wu Wan studied carefully for a while, but still wasn't sure about the medicinal properties of those herbs. He stood up with his fish basket on his back and continued walking in the forest.
It’s really difficult to find a way to generate income.
Aunt Qing wouldn't let him go hunting in the mountains, so he came up with the idea of selling medicine, but the appearance of these herbs... violated the ancestral teachings.
The world is still different.
Wu Wan grabbed a wooden stick and wandered through the sparse forest, searching for something that could be sold for money. Even if a snake jumped out, he could still go back and make snake soup.
It's a pity that people come and go in this woodland, and any wild animals are taken away casually. How could they be left for him to take action.
Is this life?
Young people are full of worries. Young people suffer from the lack of a stable source of income. They eat what they eat at home, but they always want to put on wings, fly out of the house and soar in the sky.
Just as he was sighing with emotion, Wu Huan's ears twitched, and his eyes lit up. He ran a few steps forward, climbed up a branch of a big tree, and looked towards the road outside the valley.
I could see another unicorn horse running across the road - Qi Shu.
(Note: There is a beast in Daishan. It looks like a horse, but one corner is wrong. Its name is Qianshu.)
There are one or two figures on the back of the badger, wearing dark red armor, carrying weapons such as spears and knives on their backs, bringing up bursts of smoke and dust, and galloping towards the front.
Wu Wang felt a little agitated inexplicably, probably because he had been bored in this small valley for the past few years.
Looking up into the distance, you can see half a sparse forest, half a rice field, and further away you can faintly see the undulating mountains. There seems to be a "ridge" crawling on the distant mountains. They should be some huge alien beasts in the sky that serve as guardian beasts in various places.
These strange beasts, also used as the combat power of the Candle Dragon God System, were restrained deep in the mountains.
There are different realms of gods outside the world.
Wu Wan was so excited that he couldn't help but want to scream, but he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so in the end he just... whistled.
Walking in the forest until dusk, Wu Wan hummed a tune, carrying a bamboo basket filled with wild vegetables and a few herbs, playing with the wooden stick in his hand, feeling the intersection of avenues outside the sky, and walked past the edge of the bustling village. , I looked up and saw the strong old lady in front of the fence gate, looking at the sunset, with smoke rising from the chimney of the wooden house behind her.
"Aunt! I'm back!"
Aunt Qing smiled and said, "I should catch a calf for you to herd."
Wu Wan smiled stupidly and did not dare to answer.
The dignified Emperor of Heaven went to herd the cows, and when the Emperor knew it, he would definitely laugh out loud.
As night fell, a peaceful night passed by among those few chats. The stars in the sky were turning. After Wu Wan closed his eyes, he was immersed in the heaven in the sky.
Week after week, day after day, this has been the case for the past few years.
Sometimes Wu Huan even began to doubt whether he had the heart of a strong man. He always felt that this kind of life was quite good, and he was too lazy to step into such a comfortable rhythm.
But everything must be moved forward.
If you are greedy for pleasure for a moment, you will lose your future.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed by, and Aunt Qing, who had been to the mountains twice more, started hunting again early in the morning after resting for two days.
Wu Wan stood up. Although he believed that Xiao Zhong could arrange everything, he still felt a little uneasy.
A ray of little Jingwei's soul is about to escape.
He walked to the door, took a seat on the steps, held his chin and looked at the sparse forest at the entrance and exit of the valley, quietly waiting for the sun to set in the west.
Suddenly, Wu Wan felt something strange in this avenue between heaven and earth.
It seemed that there was a disturbance in the avenue paved at the bottom of the outer world, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth became a little hot. A shadow suddenly appeared on the west side of the sun in the sky, and this shadow expanded rapidly, and soon covered the sun. .
The whole world suddenly darkened.
Countless creatures were lying on the ground, praying to the sky, asking the gods to return the sun to them.
Wu Wang felt it carefully and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
The sun in the outer world is formed by the projection of Zhulong's eyes, and Zhulong has swallowed up too many avenues, causing its own avenues to be unstable and periodically fall into chaos.
At this time, Wu Wan heard the sound of a bell, and two pictures emerged in his mind. However, it was the bell that directly cast two balls of divine light on the Immortal Platform of Wu Wan's body.
——The soul of Tianwai's incarnation is too weak, so he can only rely on his body to communicate with Zhong.
The first picture is the strange behavior of Zhulong at this moment.
This giant figure was curled up on the mountain, its whole body twitching constantly, its head shaking continuously, four cold flames appeared above its head, and a powerful soul power seemed to want to stabilize the candle dragon's soul. Body, but it is difficult to work for a while.
Emperor Kuang’s soul!
The second picture shows a wisp of light gray clouds emerging from the ice-blue crystal that was sealed within the volcanic magma by Emperor Kuang. Along with the surge of magma, it penetrated into the volcanic ash.
A divine light that was so weak that it could be ignored flickered gently, and almost instantly, this light gray cloud appeared strangely tens of thousands of miles away.
At this moment, among the four flames above the candle dragon's head, one flame suddenly went wild and hit the largest of the other three flames.
Zhulong's will suddenly strikes back!
Wu Wan stared at the wisp of gray clouds while watching the soul battle between Zhulong and Di Kuang with great interest.
Soon, the flame representing the candle dragon began to lose its power;
The flames representing the emperor were endless, wrapping up the flames of the candle dragon and pulling them into the head of the candle dragon.
The candle dragon divine body stopped twitching, and the sun in the sky had returned to its original form.
Wu Huan shook his head secretly: This Zhulong is really useless, but it was manipulated to death by Emperor Kuang!
Then, Wu Wangxin started to raise his voice.
That wisp of gray cloud was the soul of Jingwei; after it had penetrated into the volcanic ash, it was sent tens of thousands of miles away by Zhong in time.
Wu Wan stared at the movements of Jingwei's soul. She floated in the air for a long time, seemingly exhausted of her spiritual power, and finally fell to the forest below.
The gray gas revealed the outline of a young girl. A ball of divine light bloomed quietly on her chest. The outline of the girl gradually became clearer, adding flesh and blood from the shadow, and her fair skin turned translucent.
After a while, she frowned slightly, feeling a little shaky on her feet and unsteady on her feet.
The soul does not have a body to protect it, so it is not safe outside. The soul's spiritual power will dissipate on its own when it is exhausted, but this ray of soul consumed too much spiritual power when it escaped from the seal...
Soon, Little Jingwei made a choice, a light snowflake mark formed on his forehead, and his figure quickly shrank and turned into a seven or eight-year-old girl, wearing a light white short skirt, stumbling barefoot in the forest. walk.
Not long after, Little Jingwei's feet swayed and he fell into the soft grass.
The scene that Donghuang Zhong once showed Wu Wan finally took place:
Aunt Qing, who was hunting, was passing by on the mountain road not far away. She turned around and saw the girl lying on the ground. She was startled for a moment. She rushed over without hesitation. She jumped over a fallen tree with vigorous steps and looked at it warily. Looking around, he knelt on one knee in front of the girl and carefully explored her breathing.
Aunt Qing relaxed a little and picked up the little girl on the ground.
"Why is this happening again?"
Aunt Qing took stock of the environment and vaguely remembered that she had picked up a baby boy here eleven years ago.
This time it was better, I picked up a little girl directly.
"Lost? Looking at her clothes, she must be the precious daughter of some family."
Aunt Qing thought for a while, then carried the little Jingwei and walked down the mountain. After walking out of the dense forest where ferocious beasts might be infested, she found a tree stump by the roadside and sat down. She gave the little Jingwei some water and waited. People come looking for it.
"This little girl is so pretty," Aunt Qing said in amazement, "It's a pity that my little insect doesn't have this blessing. This girl must have an extraordinary family background. What kind of material is this? Why is it so slippery to the touch? It's a small trousers for the little insect. It must be quite comfortable.”
One day the Emperor couldn't help but blush.
Just like that, the Orion aunt held the little Jingwei and studied the clothes on Jingwei that were made with divine power.
This wait lasted more than an hour.
"Hey..."
Little Jingwei opened his eyes, and his crystal-clear eyes met Aunt Qing's gaze.
"Child, kid, are you awake?"
Aunt Qing asked gently: "Do you want to sit up?"
Little Jingwei struggled for a while, but he was completely powerless, and there was a bit of confusion in his eyes.
Aunt Qing asked softly: "Where are your adults? Are they separated?"
Little Jingwei spoke with some difficulty: "Who..."
Wu Wan subconsciously stood up in front of the door, with a hint of urgency in his eyes.
This word "Who" is pronounced in the pronunciation of "Dahuang Tiandi"!
Tianwai and Tiannei have been separated for the entire Fifth Age of Gods. Not to mention the accent, there is a clear gap between the writing and language of Tianwai and the world of Tiannei.
Xiao Jingwei directly exposed her identity with one word!
But fortunately, Jingwei closed his eyes slightly and fell asleep weakly again.
Aunt Qing quickly hugged the girl. Seeing that it was getting late and she was not too far away from the village, she finally made up her mind to take her back to her wooden house.
"Hey, don't cause any trouble. This child has extraordinary origins at first glance."
Aunt Qing whispered, picked up her long bow and quiver, hugged the little Jingwei and started running along the road, keeping a high level of vigilance all the way.
Every mature hunter has the ability to hide his tracks, and Aunt Qing is no exception.
In the wooden house, Wu Wang started to get busy, making porridge, boiling water, making beds, and getting bed boards. He was very busy.
Just when he began to worry about how to help little Jingwei stabilize this soul, the main body heard a gentle bell ringing.
"Master, there is a pill in the second jar in the cupboard, which can stabilize Master Jingwei's soul and prevent it from disintegrating on its own and endangering the origin of the soul."
"Ah, this."
Wu Wan glared: "Didn't you say you can't cheat? You have to rely on yourself for everything!"
"That's you," Xiao Zhong retorted confidently, "Just do your own experience and sharpen your will. Master Jingwei is so cute, how can he suffer?"
"I!"
"Master, everything is to save this beautiful world."
"Depend on."
"It's impolite to use foul language."
Wu Wang checked the stove fire, curled his lips and went to sit in front of the door to meditate.
Yes, little Jingwei's soul is in a state of semi-amnesia, and it is impossible for anyone to look for it. According to Aunt Qing's gentle temperament, she must be adopted together.
What name will Aunt Qing give this time?
But no matter how you think about it, the name 'Greenworm' is already a big trough in the naming world, and it cannot be easily surpassed.
Qingworm·Donghuang Taiyi·Xiong Ba·Wu Wan thought so.
Smoke was rising from everywhere in the valley, a few children were running and playing on the road, a few returning hunters were carrying fat animals, and lone wild geese were flying across the sky, chasing the sunset.
With some reverie in my heart, I am waiting for my reunion with Jingwei in the sky.
