In the land of Da Yingzhou, there are only a few people who have the qualifications and courage to meet Wei Shiqi. After paying the bills, no one came to disturb him. Accompanied by a beautiful lady, the years are quiet and peaceful. Wei Shiqi is at ease in the Huangting Mountain, but his mind sinks into the "Yiji Cave". Day and night, he works tirelessly to transform a puppet with his great supernatural powers, and understands the secret technique of Taoist clones. Repeated deductions and weighing the pros and cons. More than ten days had passed in the mountains, and several years had passed in the cave. On this day, he seemed to be touched by a secret from the sky, and suddenly felt that his interest was waning. Go to the small world of Bilian.
The two Taoist arts of "soul splitting" and "soul slaying" each have their own strengths. In Wei Shiqi's view, although the soul slaying technique is brave and advanced, once the clone is broken, the soul will be incomplete, which is too dangerous. Lan Zhenren is the Learning from the past, although the "soul-eating technique" can repair the damaged soul, it is not a foolproof strategy, so he abandoned the "soul-killing technique" and adopted the "soul-splitting technique".
After several years of enlightenment in the cave, he had already considered the pros and cons thoroughly. It was not difficult to achieve a clone, but how to practice was difficult.
For Taoist monks, the cultivation of clones is the same as the original body and is the safest. However, Wei Shiqi also practices the soul weapon and the true method of Taoism. The difficulties and dangers involved are indescribable. If not for chance, he obtained a creation seed from Yuanhai. , a little bit of spirituality lights up the cave, and he will never achieve what he does today. Although the three continents of Yuanhai are huge, where can we find the second seed of creation?
You can only choose between the soul-refining magic weapon and the Taoist true method.
Wei Shiqi had already made up his mind and summoned the two daughters Qin and Ruan to take care of him for a few words. Without hesitation, he sank himself underground and stayed in seclusion in a cave on Xianling Island. He practiced the secret technique of killing souls in his Dantian. It took more than ten years to give birth to a "soul fetus" before it was completed. He had repeatedly deduced and tried secret techniques in the "Yiji Cave" before, and then read all the experiences left by the Taoist ancestors. This time in seclusion, there was no surprise or danger, and everything went smoothly. Even he felt surprised.
It was pitch dark in the cave, and he couldn't see his fingers. Wei Shiqi's eyes lit up with a little bit of blurred starlight, flashing on and off, slowly rotating, vaguely showing the prototype of a nebula. He brewed for a few breaths, then suddenly opened his mouth and blew out, and a stream of clear air carried the "soul fetus" and flew out of his dantian, floating in the air.
The sky above Xianling Island was filled with wind and clouds, and waves were everywhere. Tens of thousands of lotus flowers were swaying in the water. Yin Yuan'er, Tu Zhen, and Maid Tunyang were all alarmed. They stood up in the air and cast their sights on Xianling Island shrouded in red clouds.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged like a tide, affecting the air movement. The "soul embryo" turned into a white light, soared into the sky, pierced the billowing clouds, swept away the spiritual energy, and turned into a baby with his hands on his knees. He stretched his body and grew taller in the blink of an eye. Old, young, young, middle-aged, and finally became a short and fat man, naked, with dull eyes, disheveled hair covering his temples, a mouthful of black and yellow rotten teeth, stooped back, and piles of blood on his chest and abdomen. Full of fat and dull expression, like a pool of stagnant water, which makes people unhappy.
Taoist monks create clones, and shape the appearance according to their wishes. Most of them are somewhat similar to the original body. The yellow crown is handsome and elegant, and the female crown is graceful. There is no one like Wei Shiqi who is so completely different from the other two. Yin Yuan'er shook his head, feeling that he couldn't understand what he was thinking. Even if he was independent and unconventional, there was no point in deliberately vilifying himself. The maid Tunyang was afraid of being noticed by her master, so she didn't dare to reveal anything strange, and she didn't dare to look too much, so she turned around and fled back to the island. Tu Zhen stared at the strange man intently, and suddenly it turned into a wisp of black light, cut through the sky, and landed on Xianling Island.
Wei Shiqi stepped out of the cave, looked up at his clone, stretched out his hand, and the clone fell into the clouds. His bulky body landed on the island, staggering, looking gray and miserable. In a daze, he seemed to be standing in front of a mirror. In this life, he saw himself in the previous life. His mood was agitated and it was difficult to calm down.
That southern city, that forty-year-old man, that lonely figure, that myself calmly waiting for death.
Wei Shiqi stretched out his hand and nodded at him, murmuring: "Your name is not Wei Shiqi, or Han Shiba, your name is... Zhou Ji..."
Tu Zhenxing landed next to him at lightning speed, heard his low muttering, and cast a pair of wonderful eyes on Zhou Ji, not caring that he was naked. She didn't mind, and neither did Wei Shiqi. The two of them looked at him quietly, and Zhou Ji also looked at them, silently, looking at each other endlessly.
"Is this what you looked like in your previous life?" she asked softly.
Wei Shiqi said quietly: "In this world, you are the only one who can guess." He took out a Taoist robe from the cave sky and threw it away. Zhou Jim reached out to fish it up in a dull manner. After a moment's delay, the Taoist robe fell to the ground. He bent down with difficulty, picked up the Taoist robe, and put it on his body. His chest was tight, but there was a length below his knees, dragging behind his heels.
Tu Zhen didn't find it funny or showed any pity. She stepped forward, squatted at Zhou Ji's feet, tore off a section of his robe for him, and patted away the dust. Zhou Ji grinned, showing a mouth full of bad teeth, reached out to touch her head, and said vaguely: "So good!"
Tu Zhen raised his head and said, "Dongtian realm?"
Zhou Ji gave her an affirmative answer, "Yes, Cave Heaven Realm."
Tu Zhen was a little curious, looked back at Wei Shiqi, and asked, "Isn't it the soul-refining magic weapon?"
Wei Shiqi said: "The soul of the black dragon and the remnant soul of the true immortal may still be found, but the seeds of creation are hard to come by. The world is impermanent. Instead of seeking perfection, it is better to retreat and seek the next best thing."
Tu Zhen nodded, thoughtfully, stood up slowly, and gently twisted a piece of dead grass on Zhou Ji's head.
The appearance and skin are all empty. Wei Shiqi believes that Qin, Ruan, and Mei are not exempt from the commonality. The only one who can see through this is the weapon spirit created by him. He touched Tu Zhen's head, his expression and movements were exactly the same as Zhou Ji's, and he smiled and said: "From now on, you can follow him."
Tu Zhen agreed, with a smile on his cold face. At this moment, she noticed Wei Shiqi's unconcealed feelings and truly opened his heart to her.
Wei Shiqi waved his hand, and Zhou Ji scratched his head. He seemed not used to wearing nothing in his Taoist robes. He muttered a few words, turned around and walked towards the depths of Fairy Island. Tu Zhen hurried forward, his steps light, like a cheerful elf.
Looking at the two people's retreating figures, Wei Shiqi suddenly felt that there was nothing missing in his heart, just like the full moon. Just don't take the ordinary road. The self who abandoned all the past, cut off all the karma, packed up the luggage, boarded the high-speed train south, came to the warm and unfamiliar city, lived alone, and grew old alone, finally no longer It's memory. His first avatar, Zhou Ji, the immortal caveman, just landed on the Fairy Island in Bilian's small world. He was so out of place and yet so happy. He couldn't help but laugh softly, but long-lost tears flashed in his eyes.
