The Divine and the Strange Immortal

Smelling the fragrance of rice dumpling leaves drifting from the window, and listening to the master talking about the rules of the Ruiyang Festival in his ears, Nan Yi's thoughts couldn't help but drift back to his smooth and healthy past life, missing the white rice dumplings, but in this life, there is no such delicacy as rice dumplings. I have decided to make rice dumplings after class! As soon as the results of the annual examination were released, Nan Yi traveled non-stop to the county seat. Although he already had a small family fortune in Nanshan County, how could a real dragon live in a pond? The small Nanshan County was far from being able to satisfy Nan Yi's exploration and desire for the world. Nan Yi had a clear goal on the first day he came to this strange world. The first was to make money to fill his stomach, and the second was to explore this mysterious and strange world. It would be best to leave some mark on this world, so that he would not be in vain for his time traveling through it. Enrollment went smoothly. With good results in the annual exam, Nan Yi successfully entered the school of her choice. The teaching quality of the school was indeed faultless, with experienced teachers who spoke endlessly, and classmates who worked tirelessly and had a wide range of knowledge. As the Ruiyang season approaches, the Master also talks about the Ruiyang Festival in due time. It is said that gods and ghosts coexist in this world, and each has its own territory. There was an old dragon, the god of harvest who was in charge of the rain in Chu County. He had been coexisting peacefully with human beings, and people also offered sacrifices to it during the auspicious sun season, which was called the Ruiyang Sacrifice in history. But Lao Long is very old and has thousands of partners, but he has no offspring. This has become Lao Long's heartache. The lonely ghost who didn't know where he came from told slanderous lies to the old dragon, saying that the reason why the old dragon had no heirs was because he lacked a medicine - a boy and a girl! I don't know whether it was because he was in a hurry and sought medical treatment or because he was obsessed with it, but Lao Long listened to these words. After that, the people on both sides of the river suffered. Floods often occurred here, while the land across the river cracked. Not only were the people starved of food, they often died as a result.             ，，，， The Immortal Sect didn't know whether it was due to lack of strength or more important matters to deal with, so they sent two yellow-level monks to deal with the matter. Being forced to do so, the people could only tearfully pay tribute to two hundred pairs of boys and girls. Fortunately, the old dragon still wanted to show off his face, so he just ate these two hundred pairs of boys and girls, and the year passed peacefully. Although the families who lost their children were devastated, the cruel world forced them to be numb and desperate to survive. Other families can only pray to gods and pray that their children will not be drawn. The days passed in such a dull way. What can ordinary people do in the face of such a mysterious and powerful force? I can only knock out my teeth and swallow it in my stomach. After all, in this fucked-up world, it's not easy for ordinary people to survive! Until a few years ago, I heard that there was a young hero, holding a green-edge sword, who chopped off seven inches of the old dragon's bones with a three-foot sword. Not only did he clean up the beast that had caused harm for many years, but he also skinned and cramped it for everyone to eat. This old dragon has become a spirit with age and is full of treasures. I heard that many people ate its flesh and blood and were cured of their stubborn illnesses on the spot. The young hero saved the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, but he was not proud of himself. However, the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were extremely grateful. They built new temples based on him and kept the incense burning all year round. They prayed that this firework would bring peace and happiness to the world! The young hero said that during the Ruiyang season in his hometown, every household would make a delicacy called zongzi to commemorate a great patriot. Kind-hearted people followed the instructions spontaneously and developed a variety of new rice dumplings, including bacon fillings, sesame fillings, red bean fillings, salted egg yolks... From then on, the Ruiyang Festival was no longer about sacrificing dragons, but a new festival for eating rice dumplings to pray for peace, to express gratitude for the young hero's kindness, and to spread his benevolence and righteousness. "Students, although you do not yet have the ability to protect a land, land and people, I hope you can have great ambitions and aspirations to hold up a sky for these people who are struggling to survive!" The master is still exporting values ​​​​with high emotions, hoping to inspire these students to work hard, become the genius of the human race, and broaden the living space for the human race. But Nan Yi felt something was wrong. Could it be that this young hero is also a time traveler? Or my senior? So should we recognize him? When a fellow countryman meets a fellow countryman, he is so awesome that it's not too much to give him a hug. I was lost in thought when I heard a loud shout from my master, "Nanyi, get out and come back to my class after you've had enough sleep!" Nan Yi stood up with a confused look on his face. It turned out to be a dream. He must have been too late last night to type. He can't stay up all night to type in the future. It's too hurtful. But the rice dumplings are really fragrant. Make sure to make some after class. Not only can you eat them yourself, but you can also give them to the Master to apologize. Well, it was decided happily. {"TopicId":"1013798573471236096","TopicName":"Come to Ruiyang in good health every year"}

At the Qin family's tea party, Wu Ming, who was somewhat dissatisfied with Nan Yi's aloof attitude, decided to stand up for Chu Tianxing after receiving a message from Chu Tianxing, the son of the county governor, and deliberately found trouble with Nan Yi without saying anything, hoping to dig up the shady person. Unexpectedly, Nan Yi composed a poem and repaid him with the same method on the spot. He buried a nail in the poem, making it difficult for Wu Ming to answer. "When I grow old, I compose poems with strong feelings, and I write poems when life is together and scattered. May the wind blow away the poison of passing time, and never wait until the first year of life to seal the wine." On the surface, this poem expresses blessings to the people who have suffered so much and can still live forever, and wishes to usher in new life after all the suffering. Just in secret, half ridiculing and half ridiculing, Wu Ming was insinuating that Wu Ming had evil intentions and always thought about cutting the common people's leeks - the common people, generation after generation, finished cutting one crop after another. Wu Ming, who was born in a wealthy family and owned a monopoly industry, felt like he had something stuck in his throat, but he couldn't shamelessly say that monopoly meant he was innocent. He actually suppressed it until his face turned red and he was very angry. Even if someone changed the topic later, this matter was still like a knot in Wu Ming's heart. Even after drinking the Enlightenment Spirit Tea at the Qin Family Tea Party and gaining a lot, Wu Ming felt grudged and could never forget this incident. However, Wu Ming never expected that after he returned to the Wu family in the afternoon, he would be taught a lesson by his father, Wu Chi, the head of the Wu family. Wu Chi called his servant and called Wu Ming into the study. "Come in, stand up straight." Wu Chi raised his eyebrows, covered the book in his hand on the table, and said coldly, "You went to the Qin family tea party this noon to stand up for Chu Tianxing, but were mocked by Nan Yi in writing a poem?" "Father is well-informed, and the child is indeed..." Wu Ming lowered his head and responded in a low voice. But before Wu Ming could finish speaking, Wu Chi interrupted coldly: "They are two tigers fighting each other, why are you joining in the fun?" "Haier... Haier just thought that Nan Yi was born a commoner, so there is nothing to worry about. And Chu Tianxing has extraordinary qualifications, and he is The son of the county governor has a lot of background, and it won't take long to convince Nan Yi. He asked the boy to stand up for him and give Nan Yi a hard time. "Wu Ming tried to explain, "After all, I have a good personal relationship with Chu Tianxing, so there is no need to refuse even a small matter." "Little things? How can luck be so trivial?" Wu Chi sneered, "That boy from the Chu family had to build on his wealth, spend money, and take elixirs and medicines to achieve what he is doing today. He is on par with Nan Yi." "This Even if they are not the same, they are already the same!" Wu Chi's tone suddenly became three points higher, "You rely on your family background to achieve success, do you really regard your family background as your own ability?" Wu Chi did not hide the ridicule in his mouth. After Wu Ming heard this, he was still dissatisfied: "My child admits that Nan Yi is an extraordinary talent. But he comes from a commoner and untouchable background, and has almost no money. He can only rely on hard work to practice. Even if he has a literary talent and gains some false fame, what can he do?" " Looking at Nantian City, in the past ten years since the child was born, there have been only 80 civilian students and monks with his qualifications. Why should we pay attention to him? " "With his qualifications?" Wu Chi said coldly, with disappointment in his eyes. "Idiot, some people get perfect marks because they happen to be able to get full marks; but some people get perfect marks because the test paper only has so many points at most." "You said there are eighty even if there is not a hundred. Have you ever seen these eighty people? Who has been taken for granted by the teachers of the two academies? Fighting for a son on the street? " Wu Ming pursed his lips and finally let go of his dissatisfaction. He frowned and said, "A fight for a son in the academy? Was it the fight between Wuxiang and Du'e on the street a month ago? " Wu Ming had heard about this incident and had some impressions. But he was a student of Creation Academy, and he didn't go out of his way to understand the affairs of Wuxiang Academy, so he didn't know very clearly. But according to my father's wishes, the person the two families are fighting against is actually Nan Yi? Wu Chi snorted, with an unhappy expression and a cold voice: "You can look down on people. This is the confidence given to you by the Wu family's fortune. I don't need you to be a humble gentleman." "But the prerequisite for looking down on people is to see clearly who is on the other side. You can't even understand the person's condition. You know, why do you look down on people?" Wu Chi said in a mocking, even teasing tone, "Just because you are my son? Or do you think that if you suffer a loss, I, the father, will jump out to help you?" At this moment, Wu Ming's face turned red, but he couldn't show off his dissatisfaction. But Wu Chi's mouth was still giving education: "To say the least, Nan Yi is the whetstone chosen by the county governor for his son Chu Tianxing. No matter which one of them is stronger or weaker in the future, where do you have the confidence to think that the whetstone of the county governor's son will be your stepping stone?" Hearing this, Wu Ming clenched his teeth, and finally made a plop, knelt down on the ground, bowed his head, and said in a low voice: "My child knows his mistake, please punish me father." Wu Chi's expression was still calm or even indifferent, and he did not feel surprised or satisfied at all because Wu Ming knelt down. He said in a cold voice, still emotionless: "Nan Yi rises and his luck flourishes, which is the prime time. You failed in your calculation today and were disgraced by him, which is equivalent to a loss of your own luck." "In the next ten days, I will punish you to stay at home and copy the "Luck Theory" in the "Nine Essays on Creation" ten times a day. You are not allowed to use any tricks. " Wu Ming took a deep breath and solemnly responded: "I will follow my father's teachings, I know this. " However, something that neither Wu Ming nor Wu Chi could have imagined happened. That night, the Wu'an Supervisor surrounded and suppressed the demon cultivator Lu Shaohuang, and Lu Shaohuang actually let Lu Shaohuang inspire the Phoenix bloodline in his body and call the Phoenix inheritance spirit realm to appear in the world. Then, the Phoenix inheritance spirit realm appeared in the world, and they would forcefully capture five people to compete in the inheritance trial. Except for Lu Shaohuang, the remaining four places are actually related to Nan Yi. There is Nan Yi himself, Nan Yi's old classmate and good friend Song Zhong, and Nan Yi has had a relationship. Pei Qingxue of the Pei family, and Song Zhong, who had a conflict with Nan Yi just now. In the Phoenix inheritance trial, at most two people can survive. In the end, the two people who came out of the Phoenix inheritance spirit realm were actually Song Zhong and Pei Qingxue. There was no Wu Ming, nor Nan Yi. Yi Gamble succeeded. In other words, the only ones who died in the Phoenix Heritage Spiritual Realm were the demon cultivator Lu Shaohuang and Wu Chi's son Wu Ming. Wu Chi fell into a long silence after realizing this. Then, he murmured to himself: "My son... Do you think I will support you if you suffer a loss? " "Do you think that if you die because of Nan Yi, do you think I will help you take revenge? " Wu Chi sighed a long, long breath. Then, he found Chengyou Bookstore and said to Nan Yi: "As the saying goes, death is a big deal. Even though my son dies, he will go to the spiritual realm with you all. I saw that Nan Nephew's martial arts name seemed to be showing signs of dividing the dharma lineage, so I wanted to ask Nan Nephew to leave a place for him for the sake of my son going to the spiritual realm together and fulfilling his destiny. " "Of course, since my son dies, I will take his place. If I can inherit the Dharma lineage for my son, I think his spirit in heaven can rest in peace. " It turns out that Wu Chi had no intention of avenging his son, and actually wanted to use the reason for Wu Ming's death to obtain a dharma lineage from Nan Yi. This move may seem abstract, but it is I want to take advantage of the low point where Nan Yi has not yet been fully resurrected and his luck is thin, to decisively bet on Nan Yi and gamble on Nan Yi's future potential—— As the saying goes, one person can achieve enlightenment, chickens and dogs can ascend to heaven, Wu Chi will not bet today Otherwise, let's bet that Nan Yi can become an immortal and ascend to heaven with the martial arts guardians under his command! As for Wu Ming's death? Sorry, he's not familiar with it. {"TopicId":"1034764555052122112","TopicName":"The summer is long and I play abstraction"}

Dali Dynasty, Xia County. The bright sun is like fire, and the red ground is thousands of miles away. Deep in a barren volcano, boiling magma flows. Lu Shaohuang stood on a piece of lava, slowly stopped using his magic skills, and focused on a telepathic message he had just received: "The decree of "Ming Zun", the new kind of eternal flame, is now in Chu County of Lichao, or it may be contained by Xuanjie means. All followers of our religion who sacrifice this fire can be promoted to the rank of priest and directly enter the realm of refining gods and countering the void. " But it was the leader of the Eternal Flame Sect who sent a message to all the believers through the method of telepathy, informing them of the emergence of the new fire, and trying to mobilize the believers to search for the fire and sacrifice. Lu Shaohuang He suddenly narrowed his eyes. He had been soaking in the depths of the volcano in the past few months, not for anything else, but to try to see if he could find the strange fire seeds and refine them to cultivate his "Fire Spirit" talent and suppress the Phoenix bloodline. In a sense, Lu Shaohuang is both lucky and unfortunate. Due to the awakening of his innate supernatural power "Fire Spirit", he was able to easily enter Taoism and practice, become a monk, and escape the fate of a mortal. But his outstanding talent and qualifications actually allowed his bloodline to return to his ancestors, revealing a hint of Phoenix bloodline. Lu Shaohuang never expected that his ancestor would actually have an affair with the Phoenix Clan demon cultivator. Fortunately, there is only a trace of this drawn bloodline, and it is not particularly corrosive and not overbearing enough, so it can be successfully suppressed by the "Fire Spirit" talent. But with the improvement of cultivation, the bloodline of the Phoenix family is quietly growing after all. Lu Shaohuang must continue to cultivate and strengthen his "Fire Spirit" talent. For this reason, Lu Shaohuang not only practiced the Fire Technique, but also received the inheritance from "Ming Zun" and became a disciple of the Eternal Bright Fire Cult, a demon cultivator who practiced the "Eternal Bright Fire Technique". At this moment, after receiving the spiritual message from the leader of the Eternal Bright Fire Sect, Lu Shaohuang immediately began to think about it. By sacrificing new fire, you can be promoted to the rank of priest, directly entering the realm of refining gods and countering the void, which is the earth level. This level of hard work is undoubtedly the weakest of the empty levels, and it will be difficult to advance even if the potential is exhausted. But most monks, limited by their qualifications, talents, paths, and techniques, have no hope of reaching the earthly level, or even the upper-level of the profound level. In other words, high-level practitioners who have never reached a bottleneck in their cultivation may not care about this instruction. But there will definitely be many foundation-building believers who are in a bottleneck at the lower level of the Xuan level. They will respond to the decree and rush to Dali Chu County. Lu Shaohuang felt that instead of staying here and searching for the illusory fire, it would be better to go and meet these church members to see if they could trade new ordinary fire seeds. Even if by chance, you can finally get the mysterious new fire that Mingzun wants, besides offering it as a sacrifice to Mingzun, you can also consider using it for yourself. After some thought, Lu Shaohuang quickly set off and rushed from Xia County to Chu County. However, because the Eternal Bright Fire Sect is a demonic sect that relies on the inheritance of "Ming Zun" to spread across the world and spontaneously search for destined people, so most of the demonic cultivators in this sect are lone wolves, rarely act in groups, and have no special ways of contacting each other. When they arrived in Chu County, Lu Shaohuang, who had just transformed into a mortal, could not find the Foundation Establishment period believers who should have come here for a while. ——To be precise, perhaps some Foundation-Building Demonic Cultivators have noticed Lu Shaohuang's existence with their spiritual consciousness, but if they don't take Lu Shaohuang seriously and don't plan to call a little Mortal Transformation Demonic Cultivator together for a gathering to discuss, Lu Shaohuang can't do anything. He could only try to follow the breath induction of the eternal open flame to see if he could find fellow demon cultivators who were above him. On this day, Lu Shaohuang arrived at Nantian City in Chu County. He had been soaking in the volcano for several months. It was rare for him to return to the earthly world, so he prepared to make a tooth sacrifice to feast his tongue. Therefore, Lu Shaohuang did not rush to follow his instincts. Instead, he found a cold drink stall in an alley adjacent to the main road, sat down, and ordered some ice drinks. The owner of this cold drink stall is not a monk, but he is not an ordinary mortal either. Lu Shaohuang estimated that the stall owner should come from a family of craftsmen and have talents inherited from the blood of craftsmen. However, this person may have fallen into decline, lost his inheritance, and cannot make good use of his bloodline talents. But no matter how poorly he performs, he still has the talent of his blood as a foundation. The ice drink he makes is particularly cool and refreshing, or it can be said to be "cool to the heart." And Lu Shaohuang has the talent of "Fire Spirit". Although he practices fire, he likes ice drinks the most. Whenever the ice drink enters the throat and takes a sip, Lu Shaohuang will feel refreshed, as if his whole person is refreshed. It was a rare trip to the secular world for him. When he encountered an ice drink that fit his taste, he actually drank several servings in a row. During this period, the aura of the eternal open flame he sensed was walking along the main road, getting closer and closer to him. When the aura arrived at the entrance of the street where Lu Shaohuang was, Lu Shaohuang subconsciously looked over and found that it was actually a group of Wu An soldiers patrolling nearby. One of the hale and hearty old men had something in his pocket that had a hint of the eternal open flame. This aura is probably not detectable by others. But Lu Shaohuang, who has the talent of "Fire Spirit", felt something. However, Lu Shaohuang originally thought that where the aura of the Eternal Open Fire was located, he thought it was a member of the Eternal Open Fire Sect, but he did not expect that what he saw was actually a Wu An soldier. Unaware that the thing contaminated with the aura was actually gold yuan, Lu Shaohuang's eyes were gloomy, and he could only secretly guess that maybe he was a monk from the Eternal Bright Fire Sect who was killed by Guo Lai, and the things he carried with him were returned to Guo Lai. Lu Shaohuang was a little disappointed, so he had to raise his glass and take another sip of ice drink, telling himself that there was no need to rush. Since the Eternal Bright Fire Sect has passed down a decree that a new fire has appeared in Chu County, Dali, then the believers and monks of the Eternal Bright Fire Sect must have gathered nearby. Sooner or later he will find them. But Lu Shaohuang had just finished taking a sip of ice drink. Guo Lai, who was extremely sensitive, had already led a group of military soldiers and suddenly attacked Lu Shaohuang with various spells. There are thousands of pounds of gravity that tightly bind Lu Shaohuang in place; there are also offensive techniques that target Lu Shaohuang's vital points. If it were anyone else, he would be seriously injured in an instant if he was attacked by people who were calculated and unintentional. Lu Shaohuang was shocked but calm. Although he couldn't move for a moment, he squirted the ice drink in his mouth and turned it into a fireball, facing many spells and counteracting them with their power. "It's rare that you want to drink with me, why don't you come and play some music." Lu Shaohuang offered the "Pure Fire Golden Cover" shaped like a golden bell, from small to large, covering himself. The attacking techniques of a group of martial soldiers immediately fell on the "Pure Fire Burning Golden Cover". In an instant, the bell rang loudly. Not only did it not hurt Lu Shaohuang, it actually caused him to break free from his restraints. Lu Shaohuang laughed loudly: "Come on, let's play music and dance." He used meat as a sacrifice and blood as a medium to activate the magic. Based on the eternal open flame, he suddenly summoned the "Dragon of Flowing Fire". A fire dragon emerged from the void with its head held high, and rushed towards Guo Lai with its teeth and claws bared. However, it shocked all the soldiers into a panic, as if they were dancing... {"TopicId":"1006226817294336000","TopicName":"Summer Ice Drink Party"}

Su Guang, who was thirty-eight years old, was a rare female cultivator in the Dali Dynasty who became an official and engaged in politics. He has a down-to-earth and generous personality, makes many good friends, and seldom makes enemies with others. Therefore, his official career is quite smooth. At a young age, he is already the minister of the Ministry of Commerce, and concurrently serves as the director of the Finance Department. He is a third-rank official. At that time, Su Guang was even the female cultivator with the highest official position in the whole Dali. She talked and laughed like a scholar and had no idle contacts. But there are unforeseen circumstances, and people have misfortunes and misfortunes. Not long after he was promoted to Minister of Commerce, Su Guang caught up with a major case and was implicated in a major case. He was dismissed and demoted by Emperor Li. Su Guang lost his official body, and without his luck to support his practice, he only relied on daily homework to polish his Taoism. It would take a long time to achieve perfection in his transformation from the ordinary world. She had no choice but to run to find the spiritual realm, fight wits and courage between life and death, and use the spiritual gifts obtained by breaking through the spiritual realm to maintain rapid progress in Taoism. On June 26, the fourth year of Tianqi, Su Guang arrived at a lake in the wilderness alone. On the small island in the center of the lake, a new spiritual portal appeared. Su Guang set out immediately after receiving the tip, and was actually one of the first batch of monks to come after hearing the news. "I'm lucky, the spiritual realm hasn't been breached yet." Su Guang stopped by the lake, took a quick look, and found that the portal to the spiritual realm was open, and he could enter directly without waiting. "No one is in the spiritual realm at this moment?" Su Guang was slightly confused. She took a look and saw two horses tied to the same tree by the lake. Most likely, two monks had arrived here before her and entered the spiritual realm. Nowadays, the spiritual realm portal is open. Either the two monks who entered the spiritual realm before have died, or the spiritual realm requires a team challenge this time. It will not be closed until the number of monks entering it reaches the limit, and the spiritual realm challenge will be officially launched. Su Guang took a closer look. The two horses were still panting and sweaty. They must have been here not long ago. Then, it should be a spiritual realm where it is mandatory to form a team to challenge. Otherwise, the first two monks couldn't be killed as soon as they entered, right? Today's spiritual realm challenges are all based on a game of wits, and there will be no direct fight with the ghosts. Su Guang does not think that the first two monks will die so quickly. Su Guang shook his head. She rushed slowly, just to get ahead, break through the spiritual realm alone, and enjoy the spiritual feedback alone. As a result, now, it is actually a spiritual realm where a team is challenged. Even if you finally break through the spiritual realm, you have to share spiritual feedback with other casual cultivators. But now that we have come, we can't just turn back. Su Guang looked helpless, with the idea of ​​making a little profit, he tied the horse to a tree nearby, jumped in the air, and jumped into the spiritual realm portal with his clothes fluttering. She had no intention of waiting for the follow-up monks to arrive before entering the spiritual realm together. As a disciple of the Xiaoyao Immortal Sect, she possesses many crafty weapons. She has much greater self-confidence and pride than ordinary casual cultivators, and she also has the trump card to escape from the spiritual realm in time to save her life. So, Su Guang confidently entered the spiritual realm portal. But as soon as he entered the spiritual realm, Su Guang's expression suddenly changed slightly. If it is a spiritual realm that requires a team to challenge, no matter the order of entry, they will all appear in the spiritual realm at the same time. But now, she appears alone in the spiritual realm. This means that there is no forced team challenge in this spiritual realm - in other words, the two monks who entered the spiritual realm before her were either dead or had other means to force their way out of the spiritual realm. Su Guang's complexion changed slightly. Although the strength of casual cultivators is generally poor, if they dare to enter the spiritual realm to gamble their lives, they must have two skills to avoid being killed as soon as they enter the spiritual realm! This spiritual realm is definitely different! Su Guang suddenly looked up and saw a strange spirit covered in red hair sitting on the small island in the middle of the lake, filled with an ominous aura of disaster. The mission in the spiritual realm came belatedly, and a clear realization emerged in Su Guang's heart: listen to the troubles of the ghosts, make suggestions and solutions for the ghosts, and persuade the ghosts to adopt the suggestions. How could this kind of mission make the first two monks die so quickly? Su Guang's heart rang with alarm bells. Then, the strange spirit turned around and looked at Su Guang. At this moment, Su Guang's pupils dilated and he was shocked. Previously, the ghost had its back turned to her, and the red hair on its back was too thick for Su Guang to see clearly. But now when he looked at the front, Su Guang was shocked to find that the Taoist robes worn by Guiling were actually the Taoist robes of Xiaoyao Xianmen's inner sect. They were not just foundation-building disciples, but the corresponding style for Xuanzhong disciples. In other words, this strange spirit was still Su Guang's uncle during his lifetime! This strange spirit seems to have fallen into madness. When he saw Su Guang, he immediately screamed with resentment and said crazy words: "Don't cultivate immortality, don't cultivate immortality, don't cultivate immortality!" "The immortal sect is a scam, and the fellow sects are gluttons. If they eat you, they will eat you!" "Be a mortal, be a mortal. No, mortals will also be eaten!" "You have to build the side door, the side door is the right way!" "I was eaten, and you will be eaten too. No, no, it's my turn to eat you!" Accompanied by these crazy words, a real aura of disaster surged like dark clouds, sweeping towards Su Guang. There is even more invisible and qualityless knowledge pollution, which is constantly beating and bombarding Su Guang like waves, frantically searching for gaps in Su Guang's sea of ​​consciousness. Su Guang felt a chill in her heart, her expression was distorted, and she shouted in shock and fear: "Don't listen, I won't listen!" She first raised the "Mysterious Gold Dou" to face the billowing black gas of calamity. "Mysterious Golden Bucket" has the magical effect of containing all things and destroying the things collected. Su Guang sacrificed this weapon in order to block the energy of disaster and calamity and prevent it from inflicting on himself. Then, Su Guang used the "Wandering Sky Dagger" again. This dagger is a one-time crafty weapon, which has the effect of being "effortless" and can forcefully escape from the spiritual realm. Su Guang did not dare to stay in this Fangling Realm for a long time. He was shocked to realize something was wrong and immediately used the "Wandering Sky Dagger". At this time, the red-haired ghost raised his fingers slightly, as if he wanted to reach out to Su Guang. Immediately, there was an aura of calamity that broke through the blockade of "Mysterious Gold Fighter" and wrapped around Su Guang before "Wandering Sky Dagger" took effect. Su Guang activated the "Wandering Heaven Dagger" and forcibly escaped back to the present world. This aura of disaster still lingers around her like a shadow. Su Guang's face turned pale, and he continued to activate the "Xuanhuangguangdou" to suppress this catastrophic energy. With a wave of her hand, she used magic power to cut off the horse reins tied to the tree by the two monks, and then destroyed the tree into a wooden sign with only one line of text: [This place is extremely dangerous and dangerous, do not enter! Then, without any more care, she immediately jumped on her horse and hurried away from the capital. She still has to find a way to deal with the calamity that follows her everywhere, like a gangrene attached to her bones! {"TopicId":"1022904691384647680","TopicName":"Ghost Story Summer Conference"}

Nantian City, Chengyou Bookstore. Tao Zhiming's eyebrows were lowered, as if he was in a false sleep. But his consciousness was like mercury pouring down the ground, slowly sweeping out to explore what was going on. At present, wind and evil are in full swing in the city, causing most of the people to contract typhoid fever and cough frequently. But this kind of thing is not strange. The so-called epidemic is an epidemic that occurs every once in a while. As long as it is not a major plague, it will disappear naturally within a month or two. Therefore, the monks in the city did not pay much attention to the epidemic that had recently spread among ordinary people and did not take it to heart. Except Tao Zhiming. He had always been secretly paying attention to Huo Ziliang, so he naturally knew that it was Huo Ziliang who secretly spread the evil. The wind evil itself did not cause too serious symptoms. But Huo Ziliang's hidden method is to rely on the mystery of the physical body to secretly change people's physiques and transform them into specific traits through the symptoms of wind evil. As long as we use targeted methods in the future, we can quickly refine these people into puppets, without giving other monks time to notice something is wrong and stop them in time. It can be said that Huo Ziliang's methods are extremely hidden. If Tao Zhiming hadn't been secretly watching Huo Ziliang, he wouldn't have noticed the clues. But Tao Zhiming saw it and would not interfere in the matter. Instead, he let Huo Ziliang spread the evil. Because Tao Zhiming had been planning for many years for his own chance of becoming enlightened, and it had also reached the most critical moment. If he intervenes and exposes himself, he will only miss the chance of enlightenment that he has worked hard to plan for many years, and his years of hard work will be destroyed overnight. In short, between the opportunity of his own enlightenment and the lives of the common people in the city, Tao Zhiming chose one of the two without any hesitation and chose not to save him. In this regard, Tao Zhiming, who does not have an official body, also has no psychological burden. He is a pure cultivator, does not pretend to be an official, does not owe the dynasty luck, and has no responsibility to protect ordinary people. But this does not mean that Tao Zhiming did not feel even a trace of emotion in his heart. He lowered his eyebrows and sighed in his heart: "The immortal road walks alone, and everyone is an ant. If you succeed, the people will suffer; if you fail, the people will also suffer." "Desire is not bitter, only self-improvement." Time passed quietly under Tao Zhiming's cold eyes. In the end, Huo Ziliang's plan succeeded. He first used the bloodline of the county governor's son Chu Tianxing as a matchmaker to plot against the county governor Chu Kuangsheng, breaking his Taoist heart and ruining his practice; Then, with secret preparations, he quickly transformed about 70% of the people in the city who were infected with the typhoid epidemic into his own puppets, forcibly coerced people and people, tainted the human destiny of Nantian City, and usurped the power of the county governor. However, the mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind. When Huo Ziliang succeeded, it was also the time for Tao Zhiming to take action. Tao Zhiming forcibly dragged Huo Ziliang into the illusion of Taoism, and took Nan Yi and others to fight against Huo Ziliang. Although there were some unexpected minor deviations along the way, under the siege of justice, Huo Ziliang finally died of hatred, failed in the Taoist struggle, and became a stepping stone on Tao Zhiming's path, helping Tao Zhiming achieve Taoism. When the Taoist struggle ended, Tao Zhiming got the chance to become enlightened, which seemed to make up for the last shortcoming in his own path. Tao Zhiming, who was already perfect in his Taoism, found it difficult to suppress his cultivation realm, so he had to break through the realm to build a foundation. But when it comes to foundation building, there is no rush. During this period, it is necessary to deal with the aftermath of Nantian City. He used his magic power to raise a silver moon in the sky. This silver moon was created by Tao Zhiming after referring to Huo Ziliang's "Golden White Moonlight" and Shuiyue Xianmen's "Water Moon Cleansing Heart", and used the "Shadowless Magical Technique" to simulate the magical effect of clearing the mind, calming the mind and hypnosis. As soon as it hung in the sky, he told the surviving people in the city to eliminate their panic and fall into a deep sleep. "Heaven and earth are nurtured, yin and yang alternate. Death and life are natural, and fate is eternal. Sihun Yuezai, a compassionate and virtuous man. The mysterious sky returns to silence, and the pure land of the netherworld. The dead sleep forever, peaceful and without thoughts. I wish to be free from dirt, wash away sins, transcend the sea of suffering, and enjoy bliss forever. May I inherit Heaven's grace and be enlightened. May my descendants be protected and blessed forever..." Tao Zhiming softly recited "Xuan Cang's Return to Silence". The silver moon shone brightly, and then the moonlight flowed through Nantian City, praying for the dead people in the city and wishing them rest in peace in the underworld. Then, in order to avoid the plague, Tao Zhiming thought and transformed the bodies of the dead, leaving only the clothes on the ground. Then, he looked at the remaining 30% of the surviving people in the city. "The fairy road walks alone, and all mortals are ants. If you succeed, the people will suffer; if you fail, the people will also suffer." "Desire is not bitter, only self-improvement." "But after all the hardships, there will always be success. It's all about the end of hardships. Anyway, I wish you good health for the rest of your life. " Tao Zhiming pondered for a moment, then simply drew a talisman in the air, which was invisible to the naked eye, on the backs of the surviving people in the city. This sword talisman is not very useful. It only has a certain deterrent effect on low-level gods' strange powers, and cannot be used to kill enemies and defend themselves. But for ordinary people, with this sword talisman to protect themselves, as long as they are not so unlucky that they are completely targeted by strange spirits and cannot escape, it can basically be said that for the rest of their lives, they no longer have to worry about encountering strange things from the gods in the mortal world. This is Tao Zhiming's attempt to make amends for the surviving people of Nantian City for not saving him. Due to the different paths of immortals and mortals, the act of bestowing a large number of protective sword talismans like this is actually taboo, or it breaks the unspoken rules of the practice world. Generally speaking, practitioners should not interfere too much with the normal order of the mortal world. Even if a protective sword talisman is given, it should only be given to a few close acquaintances, or sold in small quantities to the children of aristocratic families at high prices, and should not be distributed in large quantities. But after all the hardships, there should always be something that will end with happiness. Tao Zhiming is about to build a foundation, and his foundation-breaking skills are foolproof. He can be regarded as a solid foundation-building monk. The foundation-building monks are extraordinary and have a supreme status in the mortal world. Tao Zhiming, as a foundation-building monk, bestowed protective sword talismans. In addition, the people in the city were robbed. This was originally due to the county monks' negligence, but it forced the county monks to accept this situation. At this point, Tao Zhiming had no debt to the mortal world. He sent a message to Nan Yi: "Junior brother, you have to walk the Huangjie Road on your own." {"TopicId":"1013798573471236096","TopicName":"Go to Ruiyang when you are healthy every year"}

"Did I travel through time again?" Nan Yi was already numb. He first traveled to a mysterious world of Liaozhai and unlocked the talent of [Dongzhen]. After obtaining the ink spirit "Dandian", he inexplicably traveled to the world of Dou Po Cang Qiong and became a member of Xiao Yan's tribe. Then, Nan Yi relied on "Dian Dian" to learn all the Huang-level fighting skills and Xuan-level fighting skills in the clan. After he successfully befriended Xiao Yan, he also successfully obtained the Xuan-level advanced fighting skill [Bajibeng] from Xiao Yan for free from Yao Lao. As a result, Nan Yi had just mastered [Bajibeng] when a colorful arc flashed and he traveled through time again. "Holy crap, where did this come from?" Nan Yi looked at the surrounding environment, with a fairy spirit floating around, as if he was in the clouds. In the distance, there seemed to be a palace group that was much more magnificent than the Forbidden City. Even if it was a bit dilapidated, it could not hide the splendor, which gave Nan Yi a huge shock. "This thing cannot be described with my lack of words. If I really want to describe it, the most appropriate sentence should be the sentence of Du Mu's Afang Palace Fu: Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion; the waist of the corridor is stretched back, the eaves are high and the teeth are high; each embraces the terrain and hooks The heart is in a state of confusion. It's like a hive of water, and I don't know how many millions have fallen there. The long bridge is lying on the waves, and there are no clouds. What's the rainbow? The sky is empty, and the sky is empty. I don't know the west or the east. " When Nan Yi came back to his senses from the endless palaces, he realized that there was something wrong. The huge and magnificent portal in the distance is written with three traditional Chinese characters: "Nantian Gate? Let me go, this is heaven? What world have I traveled to?" "Journey to the West? The Romance of the Gods? Treasure Lotus lantern? It can't be Honghuangliu, right? " "Oh, I really want to meet my childhood idol Sun Wukong. " By the way, this thing is shining with spiritual light. What will happen if I take a look at Nantianmen? Is there any information that I can bear? No matter, let's try again! Southern Gate: An important portal to heaven, the third level Guardian: Giant Spirit God Dropped item: -/@μ～ "What is this drop? It is a mess of garbled code, and no specific information can be seen at all. Could it be the equipment dropped by the Giant Spirit God?" "How? It becomes more and more like a game?" "When I first traveled through Nanyi, I felt that this world was very much like a game. I once suspected that he was stuffed into a virtual game by those bad friends for evaluation." "Why didn't I see the giant spirit god, not even a heavenly soldier? Could it be that he was lured away by Brother Monkey while he was making a fuss in the Heavenly Palace?" Nanyi thought while holding his chin. "Who are you, how dare you invade Nantianmen!" A loud shout interrupted his thoughts. Nan Yi looked along the source of the sound and saw an armored soldier with an eagle head, carrying two knives and charging towards him. Damn it! He said that Cao Cao had arrived, but he was caught by the heavenly soldiers as soon as he finished speaking. However, when will monsters be able to serve as soldiers in heaven? Something is wrong, something out of ten or even nine points is wrong. "Dongzhen!" Nan Yi muttered in a low voice, and then looked up the information about this demon soldier. Name: Vulture Type: Demon Rank: Yellow Grade Middle Grade Combat Skill: Double Sword Whirlwind Slash It doesn't look very powerful. I, Nan Yi, now have the cultivation of a great fighting master. Will I still be afraid of you? I just want to test the power of my newly trained [Baji Collapse] on you! Taking a deep breath and channeling the fighting energy in his body, Nan Yi stepped forward and sprinted forward. "Baji——" Before he could finish shouting the three words, he was interrupted by the double knives thrown by the vulture, and he quickly retreated out of the way. I saw that the pair of knives did not fall to the ground after being thrown out, but formed two discs that kept spinning in the air! Nan Yi reacted quickly and retreated to avoid the blade, but the strong wind created by the blade cut his clothes. Nan Yi thought to himself, this knife is so sharp! The two knives spun around for a while, and flew back into the vulture's hand in a very counterintuitive manner. Is this his combat skill? This monster does have some abilities, but compared to me, he is still far behind. Nan Yi grabbed the opportunity for him to retract his swords and stepped forward again. This time the [Baji Beng] was faster and more powerful than before. Kicking off the ground, twisting his waist, raising his elbows, and with an extremely silky back against the mountain, Nan Yi fell into the arms of the vulture! The protruding face makes it difficult for the enemy to use his sword. What follows is Nan Yi's violent melee attack! [Mountain Splitting Palm], [Heart-Breaking Fist], [Baji Collapse], [Tickling Yin Leg], [Splitting Claw Strike], [Breaking Wind Throw]. This set of combinations of Huang-level fighting skills and Xuan-level fighting skills carefully prepared by Nan Yi, the vulture was unable to fight back. After knocking him down with the last [Wind Break], Nan Yi also added a few "football kicks" to his eagle head, a sports fighting technique originated from his hometown. Nan Yi didn't stop until the vulture became motionless. He gasped and looked at the purple soul that separated from it. He must have died. "This thing is not very strong. Although the combat skills scared me, if this monster is a heavenly soldier, he should not be the only one..." Before he finished speaking, more than ten monster soldiers with the same attire as the vulture appeared around Nan Yi! There are also a group of black monsters carrying turtle shells around them! "Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky! Did I keep my mouth open today? No matter what I say, I will encounter anything! It's okay to fight one, but when I encounter this group of monsters, I'll use that trick." "Thirty-six strategies are the best way!" Nan Yi turned around and ran away, as if he had made some determination. Taking advantage of the twists and turns of the road to the Heavenly Palace, and relying on the beggar's version of [Three Thousand Thunders] - "Sanmao Wandering", it didn't take long for Nan Yi to throw away the pursuers. "I finally got rid of them, but I seem to be getting further and further away from Nantianmen now. Can I leave this heaven in the opposite direction? To be honest, I am really panicked. The dilapidated and lonely heaven, the inexplicable monsters and heavenly soldiers, there is something wrong with this world!" Nan Yi thought as he walked in the opposite direction of Nantianmen. When he walked around a corner and saw a stone arch, he stopped. Two burly armored figures blocked his way. Nan Yi knew who the two of them were at a glance. Without him, their signature features were too obvious. One ear is bigger than Big Ears Tutu, and the other eye is as big and bright as an 800-watt spotlight. Clairvoyance! Shunfeng ears! "Um, two divine generals, if I say, I don't know why I am here, would you believe me?" "Hey, hey, if you have something to say, please say it, don't do it directly!" I saw that Shunfeng Er's eyes widened with anger, and his ears began to tremble violently, just like the MAX version of the magic skill of moving ears, with countless invisible sound waves vibrating in the air. Then Nan Yi felt his body fly towards Shunfeng Er quickly and uncontrollably. Clairvoyant raised his hand towards Nan Yi, bending his bow but not nocking an arrow. Nine blue energy arrows automatically condensed on the bowstring. "I'll go! This spell! I'll fight the gods? Is it true or not?"  "Forget it, fight them!" Just as Nan Yi was channeling his fighting spirit and preparing to give it a go, an angry shout came from the distance: "Hey! Give me a stick!" As soon as the distant voice finished, a figure wrapped in red flames rushed closer. Then the figure disappeared from Nan Yi's eyes, and then the Clairvoyant Eye and Shunfeng Ear swayed left and right like duckweeds in the wind. In an instant, they had been attacked dozens of times! Hurry! Too fast! With this speed of attack, even if Nan Yi tried his best to circulate the fighting spirit in his eyes to strengthen his vision, he could only barely capture the black afterimage he left behind! "Wait, this seems to be more than just an afterimage!" The figure suddenly appeared again, and I saw him quickly swinging the stick over his head with both arms and charging down with force, and the black afterimages also moved and made the same movements as him. I saw dozens of sticks wrapped in pink light hitting the clairvoyant Shunfeng Er with a sound of breaking through the air! This blow is like thunder, unstoppable! But the bodies of Clairvoyant Eye and Shunfeng Er were not even able to leave any fragments under these billions of blows, and were directly smashed into pieces! Even Nan Yi, who was watching, felt a tremor from the depths of his soul after witnessing this blow. This is the instinctive fear of a power far greater than one's own. "Is this Brother Monkey? It's so exciting!" Nan Yi murmured to himself. After coming back to his senses, Nan Yi cast his eyes expectantly on the figure who was still picking up the trophies left by Clairvoyance and Shunfeng Er on the ground, but his eyes quickly stopped. What kind of face is this! He is indeed Sun Wukong. Whether it is the golden hoop on his head or his tiger skin skirt, this can be confirmed. But his face is like a rag doll, and his mouth is completely sewn with needlework, just like the scars on Big Wolf's face. And this rag doll-like face successfully awakened Nan Yi's dusty memory. The dead memories are attacking him crazily. This is Sun Wukong who dreamed of Journey to the West! "Have I traveled to the world of Dream Westward Journey? Oh no, now I'm really in the game!" {"TopicId":"930891848091566080","TopicName":""}

The true god in the sky seems to be angry again, and the entire county is being tortured to extract confessions due to the scorching heat. The hot sunshine tortured everyone wantonly, as if the god wanted to use his eyes like the sun to interrogate every soul that was disrespectful to him. Nan Yi could not help but frown as he looked at the Ming Pao manuscript and the letter of complaint sent by shopkeeper Xie in his hand. To be honest, today's scorching hot weather was already making him feel restless, and the pile of unusually abstract articles and drawings made him even more dizzy. What kind of monsters and ghosts are these, and the writing and drawings are outrageous things. They are a bit too abstract. "After divorce, marry your stepfather and live a happy life." The title is normal, but in the content, a grown man doesn't love beautiful women and loves his stepfather? It's too ridiculous and abstract, and it obviously violates public order and good customs. What kind of imaginative players are they? "After being reborn, the first thing I did was make my father lose his fertility!" You are really a good eldest son of your father. If your father has a filial son like you, I'm afraid the ancestral grave may not have exploded. The contributor seemed to think it was a bit abstract and added a paragraph of annotation. For a middle-aged man, it is enough to retain sexual function. For the sake of family harmony and to prevent brothers from being closed behind the wall, this plan is the best. After all, he will bring great wealth to his father, at least this is what the author thinks. "For him, I became a happy woman." A seven-foot-tall heroic man voluntarily changed sex for his beloved sibling, and voluntarily made his brother happy. How selfless, how damn! Another ridiculous gender-transformation contestant. Is the world of gods so inclusive? The submitted paintings are even more bizarre, focusing on abstraction. Various proportions are out of proportion, with a square head and short legs. The various tonal deviations and colorful blacks are simply disappointing. Although this is the first time for people in Shengui World to come into contact with simple drawings, they shouldn't be so abstract. At least there are templates in Mingpao. If you don't know how to draw, why don't you still learn? After all, I arranged for Zhou Qing to teach, but I didn't pay attention at first glance. What are these eye-catching works? Nan Yi picked up the pen with a mask of pain. It seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and for a long time he couldn't write a single word. Mo Jing, who was playing next to him, looked at him curiously. Ever since Nan Yi exchanged it from Zhou Qing, he had never seen it before. He was so troubled when facing words. "Damn, what are these abstract ghosts? Can a human being write this? Is there any normal manuscript?" Nan Yi, who couldn't hold back a word to reply for a long time, ravaged his hair in pain, and Mo Jing was so scared that he didn't even dare to make a sound, for fear of causing unreasonable disaster. "That's all, at least Mingbao has my share of the effort, I'd better go back." After pondering for a long time, Nan Yi made a decision helplessly. Three days later, a large banner was raised at Kaiming Library in Nanshan County: Mingpao submission standards briefing meeting was held grandly! In this sultry weather, the backyard of Kaiming Library was also agitated, except for Nan Yi's eloquent speech. "Everyone, our Ming Pao manuscript submission standards are very simple, there are only three! The first is to be simple and easy to understand, don't be ridiculous. The second is to be consistent with common sense and not to violate the public order and good customs of society. The third is not to deliberately seek innovation and change, let alone abstract because of it!" In the backyard of the library, Nan Yi is giving a passionate lecture as a newspaper editor. Master Zhu and Zhou Qing, who knew his identity, wrote hard and wrote as if they had found a treasure. After all, it is not an easy opportunity for a master who founded a new literary school to give a lecture. And those contributors who don't know Nan Yi's identity can't help but be a little half-hearted and chattering. I'm afraid it's not because I'm secretly happy that a young boy like this dares to be my half-master, a future leader in the literary world? I'm afraid it's not the lard that has blinded him, but this Beihe layman couldn't handle it either. Half a month later, Nan Yi looked at the submissions on the table, and his teeth itched with anger. Is this really abstract? Abstract people write abstract articles. The key is that they don't know whether they are really stupid or pretending to be stupid. They just want to delve deeper into the abstract field in order to become a blockbuster. You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, so let these people abstract to the end. Nan Yi had already tried hard, but it was useless and he could only accept it. {"TopicId":"1034764555052122112","TopicName":"The summer is long and I play abstraction"}

"Dongzhen!" "Dongzhen!" "Dongzhen!" "Have we reached the limit?" Nan Yi closed his eyes with difficulty, two traces of blood slipped from the corners of his eyes, he pursed his lips tightly, and his body trembled slightly. "What is the truth of this world, and why can't I figure it out even though I have grown to this point?" He stood quietly in the sun, muttering to himself, his back lonely and lonely. He has been staying in this remote mountain forest for two months. Two months ago, he said goodbye to his friends one by one and explained that he was going to discover the final form of Dongzhen. Then he came here alone. He thought the results would come soon, but he didn't expect... "I won't give in!" He roared, fiercely He had to open his eyes, which were bloodshot, and blood and tears were still oozing from the corners of his eyes, but Nan Yi didn't care. He looked straight at the blue sky and murmured: "Dongzhen!" This time, it was no longer the sharp pain of the explosion of massive information entering the brain, but the change of the scenery. The blue sky in Nan Yi's eyes began to blur and distort, and an image began to slowly emerge, as if a movie was about to be shown, and Nan Yi was the only audience. As the image emerged, Nan Yi's eyes were shattering at a slow speed. The time in the image seems to be late at night. In a modern room, only the computer screen is emitting a faint light, and with the faint light, a man's face can be seen. The handsome face is full of decadence and vicissitudes, and there is unstoppable irritability in his eyes. He is scratching his long disheveled hair with both hands and mumbling something. "Who is that?" Nan Yi opened his mouth with difficulty, having no memory of this person. The image continued. When the camera turned, Nan Yi could see the picture on the computer screen clearly. "Is that a writer's assistant?" Nan Yi recognized the familiar software from his previous life at a glance. In his previous life, he had written several novels and made some money, so he chose copywriting when he came to this world. But what is he doing now. Nan Yi subconsciously leaned forward, trying to see clearly the content of those few lines, and then a title came into view. "The finale? Nan Yi chose to say goodbye to his friends temporarily. He wants to..." What? Nan Yi took another look in disbelief, but found that the name was not mistaken, it was indeed his own name. "This is impossible! This is the inner demon that is messing with my mind!" He began to comfort himself, but the scene that happened immediately made him unable to calm down anymore. The man seemed to want to finish the novel, but he fell into a stuck state, so he started to look through the chapters he had written before to see if there were any holes that he had not yet filled. So Nan Yi followed the man through the pages and successfully saw his whole life. "If my life is just a novel, then what does my wandering journey count? Are those acquaintances also fictitious, is my time travel just a setting? Then who will take my place for the pain I have suffered!" Nan Yi collapsed a little. He who thought he was invincible turned out to be just the protagonist of a novel who had been manipulated his whole life. Now the protagonist, no, the story that belonged to him would also be forced to come to an end. A strong unwillingness began to well up in his heart. "No, that's fake there, the world I live in is real!" Nan Yi's eyes suddenly shattered, and white light began to glow in the empty eye sockets. The white light shot directly into the sky, and the continuing image suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably. "Dongzhen!" Nan Yi shouted with all his strength. An unspeakable terror began to descend on the world. The man in the picture stopped scratching his hair and seemed to have discovered something. His sharp eyes looked at Nan Yi through the sky. "You can't do this!" A majestic voice sounded, like a god. The man's hands in the image were placed directly on the keyboard and began to type rapidly. "No, I don't accept this ending!" Nan Yi shouted crazily, and his body slowly began to break apart. But the man in the picture stiffened and his hands left the keyboard. "I... My... Own... Story... Write... By myself!" The man suddenly made a voice again, but this time his tone had changed. It turned out to be Nan Yi! He actually successfully transcended reality and illusion, and successfully appeared in reality! The three words "Finale" on the computer screen were slowly deleted, and a new title began to appear quickly: The Truth of the World

Nan Yi is a time traveler who borrowed the body of his host Nan Yi to return to his soul. He himself is an atheist who grew up under the red flag and in the spring breeze, but once he traveled through time and came to this strange world, he couldn't help but have new thoughts about the power of ghosts and gods. The tragedy in Nanpo Village caused the time traveler Nan Yi to lose his blood relative Nan Yi in the strange world. He thought that it only broke the fetters on his path to seek Taoism and immortality, and that it would not hinder him in his heart. Little did he know that the tragedy would continue to affect his Taoist heart and have countless impacts on him. Like a lake where a stone has been dropped, the ripples will continue to ripple, rising and falling one after another even if they are invisible to the naked eye. It was a hot summer day, and the county town was extremely quiet at noon. Only the cicadas hiding under the treetops made a few sleepy cicada chirps. Most people are resting at home, avoiding the harsh sunshine. Nan Yi was also at home, but he couldn't take a nap comfortably, and had to work hard to finish the manuscript. Who said that he hadn't finished writing a new novel by the deadline. The sun, said to be the eye of the god, radiated heat wantonly, and the scorching air began to ripple. Nan Yi's eyelids were too sleepy to open, and he fell asleep unconsciously, leaving only the sensible Mo Jing working tirelessly on the manuscript. "Hey, isn't this Xiaoqian? Have I traveled through time and become Ning Caichen again?" When he opened his eyes again, Nan Yi had changed time and space, and the familiar study room and the diligent Mo Jing had disappeared. But instead, Nan Yi was a little excited for a moment when the beautiful and charming Xiao Qian stood in front of her. Please, this is Xiaoqian, the dream girl of many boys! After the excitement, Nan Yi forced himself to calm down and looked around at the surrounding environment. In the dilapidated Lanruo Temple, there was a piece of water between the ruins. There is a dead tree in the courtyard, which looks extremely desolate. There were only him and Xiaoqian in the whole space, and Yan Chixia was completely invisible. "No, no, Yan Chixia is not here, what should I do if grandma wants to mess with me? No, I have to run away, die under the peonies, and be a romantic ghost. Anyone who wants to be a romantic ghost can do it, but I won't do it. I am carrying the lives of Nan Yi and his family. I have to live well for him! See this vast world for him!" After thinking about it, Nan Yi rushed out of Lanruo Temple without looking back. Xiaoqian's resentful words came from behind her, "Master, isn't my family not beautiful enough? Why did you leave in such a panic?" The voice seemed far away but also close, like crying. When Nan Yi heard this, his heart was filled with ripples, and he just wanted to go back and spend the night with her. Nan Yi turned a deaf ear and used great perseverance to control the raging hormones in his body. He just lowered his head and walked away. Xiaoqian was still pestering her relentlessly, but Nan Yi became more and more sober as he walked. Hearing a "pop" sound, he seemed to have passed through some barrier and left the world of A Chinese Ghost Story. Leaving this illusion, Nan Yi was secretly happy in his heart. It seemed that he still had a stable Taoist heart, so Xiaoqian was nothing to care about. I just don't know how I entered this world of A Chinese Ghost Story, it's puzzling! As I walked, I came to a new temple, with red walls and green tiles, and it was magnificent. A group of beautiful beauties were playing in the stream outside the temple, enjoying the boundless spring scenery. Nan Yi was also dazzled by the beautiful scenery and couldn't help but walk towards the beauty's nest. The beauty was not shy when she saw Nan Yi, waving to him openly, whispering to him, and bursting into laughter from time to time. Nan Yi took a closer look and saw that the ring was fat and the swallow was thin, and they all had their own age, but he didn't know who he was walking toward. Children only take multiple-choice questions. As adults, why can't we ask for them all? Nan Yi couldn't tell the difference for a moment, so he originally thought of just hugging her from left to right, focusing on the tolerance of an adult. But he was attracted by a young girl in the center of the crowd. Flowers were floating all over the sky. She washed herself, and then danced in the stream, as graceful as a fairy, like a fairy. Just because he glanced at her one more time in the crowd, Nan Yi no longer had the idea of ​​wanting them all. How could vulgar powder be compared with the beautiful white moonlight. I wish to win the heart of one person and never be separated. But the girl ignored him, neither making eye contact nor greeting him. But Nan Yi seemed to be possessed, staring at the girl stupidly. The girl seemed a little annoyed. She left the crowd and walked towards the temple. In a blink of an eye, she disappeared on the courtyard wall. Nan Yi stared blankly at the place where she disappeared. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the girls playing around him had also disappeared. Nan Yi did not give up, but stared blankly at the place where the girl disappeared, motionless. As if he had lost his mind, he stayed there for seven days without eating or drinking. He was so haggard that he was actually thin and out of shape. But the girl never appeared again, but the sound of girls playing could be heard from time to time on the wall outside the temple. "Idiot, wake up!" A great monk hit Nan Yi hard on the forehead with a wooden fish mallet. Nan Yi suddenly woke up from a dream and stood swaying on the spot. Shaking his head, he immediately realized that the fairy was probably not a good person. If the great monk hadn't given him a heads-up, he would have turned into a withered skeleton sooner or later. I thanked the great monk, took a deep look at the wall, and left without looking back. At this time, Nan Yi had realized that he might have entered the world of painted walls. It's just that I still can't figure out why he entered this fantasy world one after another and met these beautiful female ghosts one after another. Are these female ghosts engaged in some kind of competition to see who can capture him? Or maybe you are thinking about something every day and dreaming about women at night? That's not right. He obviously feels that his Taoist heart is stable and he doesn't have these complicated thoughts. And he managed to get through the first Chinese Ghost Story world with his own perseverance, but what about the world of painted walls? If it hadn't been for the great monk's warning, he might have fallen into this pink trap. Who does the great monk represent? Is he still conscious and autonomous now? Will we be in a new Liaozhai world again? This series of questions is really confusing, and Nan Yi can't help but feel confused. In fact, this is just the countless ghosts of Nanpo Village entangled with the Liaozhai stories in his mind, trying to drag him into the endless reincarnation. Although these wronged souls have turned into spiritual beings and nourished Nan Yi's second magical talent, they have inevitably infected him with karma. As for why it's all about the world of Liaozhai, it's just because Nan Yi is thinking about copying a storybook - "Strange Stories from a Liaozhai Studio". After regaining consciousness from the chaos, Nan Yi broke out in a cold sweat. The scorching hot weather could not warm his cold heart, and the summer heat was completely gone. Nan Yi gently picked up Mo Jing and said, "Little one, thank you for waking me up. I'll reward you with a gold coin." After that, he took out a gold coin and fed it to Mo Jing with a little distress. Mo Jing danced happily on the spread paper. Nan Yi went to wash himself outside the study, while Mo Jing was busy writing. On the spread manuscript, "Ghost Story Conference - Notes from a Chinese Studio" slowly appeared. {"TopicId":"1022904691384647680","TopicName":"Ghost Story Summer Conference"}

"Am I... Traveling through time again?" Looking at the unfamiliar ancient-style room layout, Nan Yi felt like he was in another world. Nan Yigang had just obtained the ink spirit "Diandian" from Zhou Qing through some reasoning and emotion. He was burning the midnight oil in the house, trying to learn from the works of Mr. Jin, when a colorful flash of light flashed across, and he appeared here. Moreover, Nan Yi suddenly found another memory in his mind! "Damn, you can't just stay in each world for a few days and then travel, right?" "If you travel randomly, it should be very dangerous, but maybe it contains the possibility of returning home?" "My current identity is Xiao Nanyi, the Xiao family of Wutan City in the Jiama Empire." "Gama Empire? Wutan City Xiao Family? Let me go, isn't this the world of "Fights Break the Sphere"? Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!" "Looking at the memory of the original body, Xiao Yan is still a 'fallen genius' at this time. It should be that the plot of the story has not yet begun. I am still a member of Xiao Yan's clan, so I only need to promise If I can survive and wait until Xiao Yan becomes emperor, his fighting spirit will increase on his own! " "And if I can be kind to him when he is at his lowest point and successfully embrace Xiao Yan's lap, then I can at least become an Earth Supreme!" "Wait, Xiao Yan is still a traveler on the earth, right? I almost ignored this, then we are still fellow villagers! " "Let's ask Xiao Yan for the secret code, should we use 'odd to even change unchanged' or 'the king covers the earth'?" The more Nan Yi thought about it, the more he became excited, and his panic of suddenly traveling through again and his longing for his hometown were completely forgotten in the blink of an eye. However, he quickly calmed down. Although Xiao Yan's character recorded in the novel is definitely first-class, we cannot rule out the possibility that the development of this world is inconsistent with the development of the novel. Therefore, Nan Yi thought about it and thought it would be better not to reveal his identity as a time traveler first. After careful consideration, Nan Yi decided to try first to see if his "gold finger" [Dongzhen] could still be used in this world. "Dongzhen!" Nan Yi scanned the room and found nothing strange. "That's not right!" Behind the screen in the distance, there was a faint flash of spiritual light. Nan Yi immediately stood up and got out of bed, staring at this place, and the aura unfolded. Tags: [Name: Mo Jing. Zi type: spirits. Rank: Low grade of Huang class. Supernatural power: Eat ink. Shen Tong·Zhi Shu: If you use it smoothly, you can eat people's ink and pick up people's wisdom; if you use it reversely, you can spread ink to people and teach people wisdom. "Ah, Mo Jing "Dian Dian" actually traveled through time with me?" Dou Po in this world is about practicing fighting spirit and fighting skills. If Mo Jing "Dian Dian" can eat the pen and ink that records the fighting skills, the future is bright! The most important thing is that his identity in this world, Xiao Nanyi, is the administrator of the Xiao family's Kung Fu Pavilion. Although he can only be responsible for looking after Huang-level fighting skills, this can be said to be a generous "novice gift package" for Nan Yi. Thinking of this, Nan Yi sensed the fighting spirit in his body. Nine-star fighting master, given the current situation of the Xiao family, can reach this realm before the age of thirty. It is considered a good talent. No wonder he got the position of supervising the family's martial arts. Although he only has the lowest authority among the administrators of the Gongfa Pavilion, it is enough to show that the family is interested in him. But the problem Nan Yi faces now is that after the ink spirit swallows the ink "bit by bit", it stands to reason that the corresponding skills and fighting skills will be useless and cannot be used again. If he commits suicide, it will be difficult to explain. And we also have to consider whether "Dandian" will be discovered by others. However, these problems did not trouble Nan Yi, and he quickly came up with a solution. This night, Nan Yi recalled the plot of Dou Po as much as possible, and made a rough plan for his future. The next day, Nan Yi took a confident step and started his work as a librarian for the first time. "Gongfa Pavilion, here I come!" In less than three days, Nan Yi relied on the method of "Dian Dian" to eat and then teach him, and successfully learned all the yellow-level fighting skills in the Xiao Family Gongfa Pavilion that he had never learned before. "So, what method should I think of now to learn the mysterious fighting skills in my family?"