Yefuti Daolu

I know the author of this book from his old book "Ten Thousand Long Distances". Personally, I feel that even if we look at the entire category of fairy tales, the recognition of "Ten Thousand Long Distances" is quite unique. Just like the title of the book, it uses hundreds of thousands of methods to build a worldview. It is grand and has logical support. Coupled with the real sense supported by various allusions, the reading experience is completely different from ordinary fairy tales. However, the main theme of the book is a battle of morals, that is, a battle of ideas, which leads to the overall plot being a bit focused on philosophical speculation. It does not simply revolve around the protagonist overcoming difficulties to advance the plot, which is a bit uncomfortable and not simple and straightforward enough. Therefore, it is more suitable for setting party lovers, or book lovers who have the patience to immerse themselves in reading. In the new book "Yefu Ti Dao Lu", while retaining the strengths of the previous work in terms of world view setting and other aspects, the author consciously made up for the shortcomings and achieved a qualitative breakthrough in plot tension and protagonist expressiveness. The protagonist Gao Jian travels to a strange world where gods are extinct. He sees many high-ranking monks talking about the weak and the strong, and finally chooses to draw his sword in anger. Based on his will, he pulls out the rusty sword and cuts off the injustice in the world. In a nutshell, on the one hand, the new book cuts into the grand worldview from the disappearance of gods and the suspension of natural laws, echoing the word "immortal"; on the other hand, it unfolds a heroic plot from the protagonist, echoing the word "xia". The combination of the two is a veritable "Xian Xia". Of course, for the time being, the plot of the new book focuses more on the protagonist who is just starting out in martial arts and draws his sword to fight injustice, giving the overall impression more of a heroic novel. Including the title and introduction of the book, the first impression given to passerby readers is more like a martial arts than a fairy tale. It may be necessary to gradually open the curtain on the worldview as the story is revealed, in order to get closer to the fairy tale positioning in the readers' minds. Therefore, in the short term, the recommended readers are mostly the audience for heroic novels. In order for the name of the new book to spread to a larger audience of fairy tales, it still needs a certain amount of time to ferment. However, in this regard, I have confidence in the author. Not only because the author's previous work of more than 4 million words was successfully completed, but also because the protagonist of the new book is indeed more expressive, has a good image, and is flesh and blood. He can leave a big impression on people. Unless he is a person with a vague face, he will not be easily forgotten even if he gains weight. And as long as a book can write a fairy or chivalrous flavor, it will actually have a foothold in the fairy tale circuit. For example, "Lan Ke Qi Yuan", "I Have No Intention to Become an Immortal", or "Seventy-two Transformations of Earthly Evil", they all relied on this "flavor" to form recognition, and then gradually became famous. So in my opinion, the new book's stamina is definitely sufficient. The only thing that made me feel a bit dumbfounded was actually the title of the book, which was too similar to martial arts. Although the title of the book is consistent with the theme of the story, the bias is obvious. It is screening the audience for heroic novels at the beginning, which slightly affects the absorption effect of the general audience of fairy tales. But in fact, ordinary readers of fairy tales should be able to relate to the new book, but they may subconsciously have a filter for martial arts, and may mistakenly think that this book is pure martial arts and ignore it. However, it is really difficult to think of a suitable new title in order to balance the chivalrous flavor and tone of the book.

The author's main job is probably a teacher, but the writing is too detailed, general, and illustrative. Brother, readers are not elementary school students, there is no need

The opening chapter is amazing, the entire Cangzhou Outer City chapter is wonderful, and some passages are soul-stirring. However, I felt a bit slack starting from the Shendu chapter. The flying boat to Shendu, catching the thief later, and the battle at the school gate were a bit boring and cliche. The border chapter is a bit unbearable right now, so I'm going to put it away for now. In addition, just for the Cangzhou Outer City chapter, the author's writing style, rhythm, settings, characters, fighting, and emotions are all very good, but I feel that he is not very good at writing emotional dramas. The painting style of the mermaid and the little fox is a bit weird and has a two-dimensional and otherworldly feel, but it is still cute. However, Dansha (it was fine when I first escaped, starting from the flying boat to the capital of the gods) felt more and more like a problem. If the previous experience of being cheated and killed had a great impact on Dansha, she should not have run out of the safe zone so quickly and went to Kamidu to run around with Takami. And if her previous experience had little impact on her, and she still maintains a kind of innocence and blindness, and will go out to travel and play later, Takami should be more of a trustworthy tour guide for her, rather than becoming a tool that Takami can use casually. If her actions are more motivated by love, just wanting to "be together", her performance is too passive and humble, which is inconsistent with the spoiled young lady in the setting. Falling does sometimes make people let go of their pride, but here Cinnabar behaves more like unclear motives and unclear thinking. This character feels more like the author's imaginary Jiaojiao lady. It's cute (although I think mice are cuter), but it's not real. The discussion about the relationship between the two in recent chapters is necessary and valid, but if it is all presented in dialogue, it would be boring to write. It is recommended that if you are not good at writing emotional scenes or female characters, you should simply write less.

The writing is really good, come on,

"Ah!" A high-pitched scream came from the room. Takami, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the sudden scream. He opened his heavy eyes in confusion, and his eyes were full of confusion. His consciousness seemed to be still immersed in the sweet dream just now. His whole person seemed confused and slow, and it was difficult to distinguish reality from dreams for a while. Suddenly, a force of strength and softness, like thunder, hit Takami's abdomen without any warning. Within two-thirds of a second, his body was along the edge of the bed, instantly losing his balance and rolling out of bed uncontrollably. There was a "bang" and there was a solid and intimate contact with the ground. "What the hell!" Gao Jian blurted out the quintessence of the Chinese nation. At this moment, he felt that his mind was blank and his eyes were full of confusion. No, buddy, you... Why are you kicking me? Just when he was full of doubts and wanted to ask questions. But he was surprised to find that everything around him had changed. The layout of this room was definitely not his own home. The clothes on the ground were scattered messily, and the air was still faintly filled with the unique salty smell of the sea. "Where is this?" Takami raised his hand and rubbed his head, then slowly raised his head. A straight and slender white leg suddenly came into view. The graceful and smooth lines were like a carefully carved work of art, eye-catching. Takami's eyes were immediately attracted, and he stared straight at it, even reluctant to blink. "Yeah!" The other party seemed to be aware of his gaffe, and quickly retracted his beautiful legs, and quickly got into the quilt like a frightened deer. But she still didn't seem to be relieved, so she kicked him hard again, but it was in vain. Finally, she angrily threw the pillow on the bed towards Takami. "Who is this?" Gao Jian was full of doubts, but he could clearly know that he clearly did not recognize the beautiful woman in front of him. I don't know if it was his imagination, but when I first looked at the other person, I felt a sense of familiarity that was both strange and familiar. Who is she? Why is she here? All kinds of doubts and puzzlements filled Gao Jian's mind for a while. But the people in the "little dumpling" popped up, with tears on their faces, and pear blossoms with rain, which made people feel pity. Takami was stunned for a while. Unexpectedly, after being reborn, he would find himself in such a bizarre situation, and he was filled with shock and confusion. He quickly calmed down and tried to arouse the internal power in his body, but found that his meridians seemed to be blocked. This poor body prevented him from exerting any strength. He stood up and looked around cautiously. At the same time, the brain was running rapidly, thinking about countermeasures. "No matter what, let's figure out the situation first." Takami thought to himself. He looked at the woman on the bed, clasped his fists and said: "Girl, I don't know where this is, why are you and me here?" But the woman just stuck her head out, glared, and didn't answer. Gao Jian was helpless and decided to explore the room first. There were no signs of fighting in the house, but it was a little messy. It seemed that the person in front of him was not held hostage here by himself. Although it was not something I did, it did happen. No matter what, there still needs to be an explanation. "Girl, listen to my explanation, I will definitely take responsibility." "Get out..." All that came was a sigh...

Gao Jian and Bai Ping had a dusty journey. When they arrived at Yangchun County, the sky was slightly overcast and it was almost dinner time. But the noise in the city is still endless, and the passers-by look in a hurry, unable to hide the fatigue in their brows and eyes, as if they are tightly strangled by invisible ropes, dragging them to stagger forward in this world of fireworks. It seems that Yangchun Baixue has nothing to do with ordinary people after all. Looking at the plaque on the city gate building [Yangchun County], I felt a sigh in my heart. Then, Gao Jian and the two wanted to go to the inn to find a place to rest and soothe their hungry stomachs, and then go to the horse market to buy horses to continue their journey. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived near the inn, a police officer came quickly and showed great respect. The officer was dressed in soap clothes, tall and straight, and full of etiquette. He said that the county magistrate heard that the immortal master was coming. Although the preparations were hasty, he still carefully prepared a small banquet and respectfully invited the two of you to the table. Hearing this, the two people who had almost had a Hongmen Banquet at Ningtai County not long ago couldn't help but look at each other. But then he thought about it and realized that every county town was controlled by evil spirits. Quan thought it was just an ordinary entertainment, so he accepted the invitation and rushed to the county government office with the officer. Entering the county government office, the courtyard is deep and full of flowers, but there seems to be a melancholy atmosphere lingering in it. The county magistrate was a man with a round face, dressed in a brocade robe, with a kind smile but a searching look in his eyes. He personally welcomed the two of them to the candlelit banquet hall in the backyard. In the hall, delicacies are listed and the wine is fragrant. The county magistrate raised his glass and spoke sincerely: "Suddenly, I heard that the chaos in Ningtai was like a thunderclap in my ears. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that they were two righteous men and immortal masters who turned the tide and saved the people from the fire. The county admires them very much and specially prepared thin wine and vegetarian dishes to wash away the dust and fatigue of the two of them." Gao Jian and Bai Ping hurriedly thanked them, sat down politely, and each held chopsticks to eat. After three rounds of wine, the delicacies were gradually disappearing. The county magistrate's smile did not diminish, and he inquired in a slow voice: "There are rumors about the rebellion in Ningtai. The details are vague and it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity. I heard that there are gods and ghosts at work, and the people are suffering. I wonder what you two saw?" Gao Jian and Bai Ping looked at each other. Then, Bai Ping put down his chopsticks, coughed lightly, looked solemn, and elaborated on the whole story. First of all, the villagers have not paid enough taxes, the county government has punished them, and the rain has been cut off, which has led to the desolation of the fields, the ruins of the crops, starvation and death everywhere, and the tragedy is everywhere. In order to survive, the people have no choice but to sacrifice blood to the evil spirits. , The situation is sad and lamentable; Let's say again that the demon willow became a spirit, secretly planned, the government was ignorant and neglected, and the demon usurped power, stole the incense, and caused great harm to the fish and meat village. The county magistrate frowned when he heard this, sometimes speechless, as if he was immersed in the misery, and sighed in anger: "Such evil things have happened, and the consequences are so tragic. This county is saddened to hear about it. Fortunately, there are two people with high righteousness who work hard to break the crisis, relieve the danger of the county people, and eliminate the harm to the county. He is truly a hero who defends his hometown, and this county admires him greatly. " After saying this, the Yangchun County Magistrate sighed, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. He slightly closed his eyes while drinking, his eyes flashed, and his thoughts seemed to be drifting into the distance, making it difficult for people to understand the true meaning. After the banquet and farewell, the cold moon hung high in the sky, and the clear light was like frost, spreading over the long street. Bai Ping walked slowly on the street. Looking back at the county government office, he felt that the outline of the county government office was hidden in the shadows of the night, like a giant beast dormant. He turned around and asked Gao Jian: "What do you think of this county magistrate? Just now during the dinner, I always felt that his words were not sincere and seemed to have other intentions." Gao Jian put his hands in his sleeves and stared. Under the moonlight on the ground, he whispered: "He has not colluded with evil spirits. This can be seen. However, it is unknown whether he has evil intentions or is involved in corruption. The chaos in Ningtai is like a boulder thrown into a lake, and the waves are bound to spread. Yangchun is adjacent to it, if the boss is thorough Investigation, it will be affected, and it is inevitable to feel guilty. The first thing to do is to find out the truth, and the second thing is to seek self-protection strategies. It is just the norm in officialdom, and it is not surprising. " Bai Ping nodded thoughtfully. : "So that's how it is, the officialdom is filthy, and people's hearts are unpredictable." He was speechless and thought to himself: When the water is clear, there will be no fish, and the officialdom is turbulent. If you seek to be holy and pure, and not stained by dust, it may be difficult to gain a foothold and take root. But as an official, if he can stick to the bottom line, not overstep his bounds, not be biased in his righteousness, can relieve the suffering of the people, and ensure that the people under his rule have enough food and clothing, they can be called virtuous even if they have flaws. The moonlight poured down, casting the two figures on the street, stretched slenderly, like two swords, standing across the world, firm as a rock, pointing the sword at the long night, without wavering in the slightest. ————

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. On a dilapidated arena, two figures were confronting each other. A figure, a sullen young man with a face filled with hatred, was none other than Tang San, the four-ring soul sect of Shrek Academy. Another figure, a cheerful young man in black clothes and holding a rusty knife in his hand, accidentally traveled to the future. Because he couldn't see that Tang San was ruthless and left no escape route, he followed the noble opinion of the noble man who stopped him from committing the crime. Tang San was about to kill his opponent, but he didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to show up in the middle. However, the good idea came out of nowhere and ruined his good fortune, so he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Who are you? How dare you interfere with the competition? This is a national soul master competition. It's a fair fight. How dare you interfere in my Shrek Academy's affairs?" I'm not used to you bullying the weak with such vicious methods!" Tang San's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He understood that this person had already decided to die, and said coldly: "Then don't blame me for being rude!" Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial spirit was released instantly. In an instant, behind him, four spirit rings, yellow, yellow, purple, and black, rose up in sequence. The light reflected each other, and a powerful wave of spirit power swept out with him as the center. Before he finished speaking, Tang San raised his hands, several rays of cold light spurted out from Tang San's sleeves, and several sharp sleeve arrows went straight to Gao Jian's face with a harsh sound of breaking the wind! At the same time, the first yellow soul ring flickered on, and in an instant, countless blue silver grass grew wildly out of thin air, spreading out from around Tang San like a surging tide, sweeping towards Gao Jian. The first soul skill of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit——[Blue Silver Coil]! These blue silver grasses are thick and tough, each grass stem is as thick as a thumb, the grass blades are slender and have jagged edges, flashing with a faint blue light, which seems to be carrying poison. The blue light is like a will-o'-the-wisp from hell, making people shudder. Driven by the soul power, the blue silver grass intertwined with each other, like a group of huge, blue-green beasts with sharp teeth, rushing towards Takami with their claws and teeth. Wherever they went, the bricks and stones cracked and dust flew! Gao Jian faced Tang San's menacing attack, but he remained unhurried. He gently held the rusty knife in his hand, and the scent of incense circulated around his body. His right arm instantly bloomed with gorgeous golden light. The huge force quickly drove the rusty knife in Gao Jian's hand, and danced to draw an arc-shaped defense line that shone with golden light and could not be splashed by water. This is the sword technique that Gao Jian realized when he killed seven hundred headless ghosts with a hundred steps. He named it [The Unabashed Sword Technique]! The rusty knife, blessed by the scent of incense, quickly slashed at the blue silver grass that came from all directions. Although the rusty knife was blunt, it carried a fierce force. Gao Jian chopped and severed the approaching Bluesilver grass one after another. Dozens of irregular grass blades had juice splashing from the fractures. For a moment, the dilapidated arena looked like a clean and hygienic aloe vera juice production site. "Cang Dang——! Cang Dang——!" I saw that the arrows that Tang San had shot earlier that were mixed with the entangled attack of blue silver grass were all knocked away by Gao Jian's sword dance, and fell around Gao Jian one by one. Gao Jian waved the sword light with one hand and used it to defend against Tang San's unceasing offensive. With a smile on his face, he walked towards Tang San slowly as if strolling in a garden.

Tang San also looked a little ugly when he saw Takami using his hands to defend his proud silky little combo attack, and walking towards him with leisurely steps. However, he still said with a strong face and a cold voice: "Humph, that's all, are you at this level? Then go and seek death!" Before he finished speaking, the third dark purple soul ring behind him suddenly flashed, Tang San quickly swung his arm, and a green light ball burst out of the air in an instant, and hit Takami who was slowly walking towards him like a meteor chasing the moon! Gao Jian didn't talk to Tang San, he just raised the rusty knife lightly and swung it forward to stab the ball of light. But when the green light came into contact with the rusty knife that Takami blocked, it instantly expanded into a huge green spider web, and immediately wrapped it up, wrapping Takami's entire body in an instant! At the same time, there were many dense blue silver grasses in all directions, winding towards Takami from all angles. The third soul skill of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit——[Spider Web Binding]! For a time, Takami was wrapped up in layers of blue silver grass and turned into a huge green rice dumpling. Just as Tang San proudly showed the joy of success from the corners of his crazily raised mouth, he saw a flash of light, and the intricately coiled blue silver grass broke and shattered, turning into grass and mustard flying all over the sky. In the torrential rain composed of fragments of blue silver grass, Gao Jian, who was unharmed, continued to walk out of it with his light steps. Tang San's gaze condensed, and his originally sinister pupils shrank in an instant, as if two cold stars burst out with piercing light. Seeing this scene, Tang San's proud smile that he had just raised froze in place, and his cheerful expression quickly turned gloomy. At this moment, Tang San also knew that he had encountered an unprecedented formidable enemy, and he did not dare to slack off at all, and subconsciously started the Xuantian Technique quickly. I saw Tang Sanzhou's body and soul power surging, his aura rising steadily, and his originally blue outfit was slightly stirred by the soul power, making a hunting sound. While exercising his skills, he also activated the Tang Sect's secret skill of ghost shadow walking. His feet moved at a high speed, his legs seemed to be loaded with springs, and his body flashed, as if he had transformed into multiple phantoms, which was dazzling. In an instant, he flew backwards like a wisp of smoke, instantly widening the distance between him and Takami. In the process of widening the distance, Tang San paused slightly, and then his eyes began to undergo strange changes. A deep purple slowly seeped out from the depths of his pupils, which were originally as dark as ink. This purple color spread quickly, as if alive, until the entire eyes turned into a bright amethyst color, as if two amethysts were embedded in his eye sockets. The Tang Sect's secret skill - "Purple Demonic Eyes"! At this moment, he was fully activated, with cold scrutiny and sharp insight in his eyes, staring at Gao Jian in the distance, as if he wanted to see through every move and every flaw of the other party. "It's now!" Tang San shouted in his heart, and at the same time clenched his left fist. Without any warning, sixteen jet-black blue silver grass suddenly appeared from all around Takami, and instantly intertwined and merged above his head, forming a single cage. The fourth soul skill of Blue Silver Grass - [Blue Silver Cage]! Tang San's calm and restrained black spirit ring just lit up quietly, and then, the yellow first spirit ring also flashed. Just as Takami was curiously looking at the black blue silver grass that made up the blue silver cage, dozens of blue silver grass suddenly burst out from the ground inside the cage, twisting straight towards his legs. "A boring trick." At the same time as Takami's words fell, these blue silver grasses of different colors were also torn apart by the light of a knife. Even though it is as strong as fine steel, the blue silver cage that can block the full blow of the attack-type War Spirit Sect is as fragile as waste paper under the sword force of Takami's [Sacrifice Sword Technique]. With twenty years of skill, can you block this sword?

In a turbulent era, the imperial court was corrupted and the world was in chaos. In this turbulent land, a demon dragon has successfully cultivated in the waters of Baishan River. It takes advantage of the chaotic situation to cause clouds and rain in the waters, doing whatever it wants, making the lives of the people on both sides of the strait miserable and miserable. However, the turbulent current situation made it impossible for anyone in the court to stop the demon dragon's evil deeds. With it as the vanguard, other demon dragons followed suit, taking the opportunity to eat human blood for sacrifice, and more cruelly oppressed the poor people. In this dark moment, an expert swordsman came here. He was tall and tall, his eyes were firm, and the sword in his hand shone with cold light. He was compassionate and could not bear to see the people suffer so much. This master swordsman decided to do something for the people on both sides of the strait. When he came to the narrow part of the Baishan River, he shouted loudly, summoned all his strength, swung the long sword in his hand, and an earth-shattering sword energy burst out of the air. In an instant, only the roar of the mountain peaks was heard. The huge mountain peak was cut off with a sword, fell down, and turned into a stone bridge thirty miles long, spanning between the two banks. But the master swordsman did not stop there. He hung his sword under the stone bridge and erected a stone tablet beside it, with strong and powerful characters engraved on it: "Any dragon who walks on the water must not pass through it again!" These words are astonishingly lucky, and they seem to contain endless majesty, making people feel awe. The demon dragon of Baishan River relied on its demonic power to reach the sky. It was not afraid of the message on the stone tablet and ignored the warning of the swordsman master. It arrogantly believes that it is omnipotent, how could it be blocked by mere stone bridges and stone monuments. So, it decided to challenge the authority of the master swordsman and openly passed under the bridge. When the demon dragon of Baishan River passed under the stone bridge in a grand manner, a sword light descended from the sky like thunder, reaching the sky and the earth with a dazzling light. Before the demonic dragon could react, it was neatly cut into two pieces by the sword light, and its head and body were separated. The huge body of the demon dragon slumped down. There was still a ferocious smile on the dragon's head, but its blood had dyed the river red. The other dragons witnessed this scene and were all impressed by this astonishing scene. They were horrified to find that the swordsman's strength was far beyond their imagination, and he could easily take their lives. The demon dragons who were lucky enough to survive would never dare to pass by here again, and this place became a forbidden area for dragons. When the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait heard the news that the demon dragon had been killed, they all cheered and cheered. They gathered around the stone bridge and kowtowed to the stone tablet left by the master swordsman. They hated the evil deeds of the demon dragons and named the place Broken Dragon Gorge to deter those demon dragons who made trouble. Since then, Duanlong Gorge has become a holy place in the hearts of the people. They extol the heroic deeds of the master swordsman and regard him as the god who protects them. And that stone bridge has also become a bridge of hope connecting the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, witnessing the tenacity and courage of the people. In the long river of time, the story of Duanlong Gorge has been passed down from generation to generation, becoming an eternal legend in this land. Every traveler passing through Duanlong Gorge was moved by the righteous deeds of the master swordsman, and their hearts filled with yearning for justice and hope for a better life. Although times have changed and the storm remains the same, the story of Duanlong Gorge will always be remembered in people's hearts and inspire future generations to work tirelessly for justice and a better future.

"Did I... Lose?" Under the rubble, a man's faint whisper came out. After a while, the stone pile shook slightly, and a bloody, almost blurry hand came out of the stone, groping the ground, as if looking for something. Suddenly, the clouds and fog dispersed, and the bright moon appeared in the sky. The clear light fell, and what was tightly held in the man's hand was revealed to be a knife handle! "You have been with me for half my life, but in the end I ended up like this. If I could start over... Ahem... Poof..." Takami suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Although the expression on his face was full of unwillingness, the look in his eyes gradually dimmed. It was obvious that his life had come to an end. "If... If... I could do it again..." Before the words were fully spoken, Takami had already closed his eyes, and his breathing and heartbeat had completely stopped. But at this moment, the handle of the knife he was holding tightly in his hand suddenly trembled, and then broke free from his hand and flew into the air. The fragments of the knife slowly rose from the ground, hovered in the air, and then accurately attached to the handle of the knife, instantly forming a blade full of cracks. Then it suddenly fell into Takami's chest. …… Dim yellow torches lit up the night, and a villager held the torch as if he was surrounding something. Noisy crowds, starry night sky. And... The painful head! Takami's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked around, his eyes full of surprise and uncertainty. "Am I... Reborn?" Looking at the familiar scene and the familiar Taoist priest beside him, Takami murmured to himself. "No, maybe this is just a fantasy before I die." After a brief surprise, Takami shook his head, with a bitter look on his face. Yes, how could he be reborn again after he had already traveled through time? "Brother? Stop struggling. You can't break free of this thumb-thick hemp rope." Huh? After Gao Jian heard this, he turned around and saw Bai Ping, his old friend from his previous life, comforting the person next to him. No, buddy, what about me? Isn't this what you should say to me? Takami frowned, vaguely aware that something was wrong. "Could it be..." He did not hesitate, quickly formed seals with one hand, and recited the mental formula in a low voice at the same time. In an instant, a powerful force poured into the limbs and bones like a tide, impacting the acupoints. Boom—— Takami exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes bright. Just now, he had become a practitioner and was quite powerful. This speed had never happened in his previous life. By the way, do you still have my knife? Takami suddenly remembered his beloved knife from his previous life, which had only the handle left. His heart tightened suddenly, and he instinctively wanted to take it out and have a look. However, he felt that his body was still bound by the hemp rope, so he applied a little force, and the hemp rope broke instantly. This movement immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. The villagers stopped dancing, beating gongs and drums, and stopped singing. Everyone looked at Gao Jian with ferocious and angry faces. "Kill him!" The strange silence did not last long. Soon the masked Miao Zhu shouted sharply, and the villagers in ragged linen clothes rushed over with weapons in hand. Gao Jian didn't care about these weak villagers. He swallowed a few times, reached his right hand to his chest and pulled hard. The next moment, a knife full of cracks appeared in Takami's hand. "How could this happen!" Takami's pupils shrank suddenly. If this was just a fantasy, the knife should be as rusty as in the previous life. This change now all indicates a possibility. He was really reborn! Takami's breathing quickened for a moment. Looking at the villagers rushing over, scarlet flashed across his eyes, and then he stepped hard on the ground with his right foot. The strong air wave carried the sand and gravel and blasted the villagers away, and his body disappeared. In an instant, he arrived in front of Miao Zhu and stabbed him to the core with the knife full of cracks. He remembered that Bai Ping had his arm broken because of Miao Zhu's harassment in his previous life, and he would definitely not let it happen this time. But what Gao Jian didn't expect was that as the blade of the blade was inserted into Miao Zhu's body, the scarlet aura began to blend into the blade. In just a moment, Miao Zhu turned into a mummy. The cracks on the blade seem to have been reduced a little because of this, but what the hell is this lingering black aura. These successive changes made Takami increasingly irritated, but before he had time to think, the uninvited guest appeared again. White flesh worm!

The Zhenjing Dao Palace stands majestically in the clouds of the sky, with mist and mist, just like the Taixu Immortal Palace. There are a number of spiritual peaks below, which are divided into various types of true cultivators. After bidding farewell to Gao Jian, Bai Ping returned to the Origin Spirit Peak and went straight to the quiet room where his master lived. Along the way, the pines and cypresses are towering, and the green shadows are swaying, as if they are whispering to welcome the returnees; the flowers are scorching and the fragrance is overflowing, but it is difficult to soothe their uneasy hearts. Bai Pingwen walked slowly, not only eager to return to his master, but also afraid that his master would blame him for his broken arm. Arriving in front of the quiet room, he took a deep breath to calm down. Then he knocked on the door lightly, and heard three clear sounds, which seemed to break the curtain of silence. "Come in." The master's voice was like a loud bell, coming from inside. It was calm and majestic, which made Bai Ping's heart tremble. He didn't dare to delay for a moment, quickly straightened his clothes, held his breath, and entered respectfully. The interior is elegant and concise, with only a table, a chair and a couch, which are made of fine wood. The wood grain is as fine as silk threads, exuding the ancient elegance and fragrance; there is also an incense burner in the corner of the room, with smoke curling up, like a spiritual snake dancing in the sky, weaving a peaceful mist. The Master is sitting cross-legged on a futon, with fair hair and a childlike face. His skin is as smooth as frost and snow, and his eyes are as vast as the abyss. His wisdom and spiritual brilliance loom in his eyes, and he seems to be able to see through all the phenomena in the universe and illuminate his heart and soul. Bai Ping stepped forward, knelt down, kowtowed, and shouted loudly: "Master, my disciple has returned." After saying this, he lowered his head and felt guilty. He was filled with regrets that he had not been able to fulfill his mission and protect himself. The Master's eyes were soft, he raised his hand and waved lightly, and said in a harmonious voice: "Get up and describe in detail what you have experienced." Bai Ping stood up, still bowing slightly, not daring to straighten his waist and chest, and recounted it. Ever since the drought started in Kanning Taishan Village, when Yan first arrived, we saw people dying of hunger, the village ruins dead, and the fields cracked and cropped, all caused by the lack of sweet rain. The people were trapped in a desperate situation and had no choice but to devote themselves to serving the evil spirits. They frequently sacrificed blood and killed countless people. "The disciple accidentally fell into the villagers' treacherous plan and was drugged by them. He then pretended to submit and followed the plan to eliminate the evil obstacles. However, his Taoism is still shallow and his blessings are not rich. Then The monster is ferocious, and during the fierce battle, the disciple focused on one thing and the other, neglected to take precautions, and was attacked, and his left arm..." Bai Ping choked with sobs, and clenched the corner of his clothes with his right hand tightly, his knuckles turned white, as if to suppress his grief. Although he is open-minded and free-spirited, the wound of broken arm is heart-wrenching, how can he not feel it? Just in front of Gao Jian, he maintained his perseverance without revealing anything. At this moment, in front of Master, he let go of his guard and revealed his true feelings without any concealment. Master nodded, his face was calm and dignified, he was not embarrassed or responsible, but he sighed deeply: "This is not your fault. To eliminate demons and defend the Tao, there are many dangers and dangers, and being injured is also a symbol of bravery. And the broken arm did not dampen your ambition, but strengthened your Taoist heart. In the future practice, you should work hard and do not let this misfortune happen." Bai Ping nodded, with tears in his eyes and determination: "My disciple will bear in mind the teachings of the master, and his determination will never change, and he will never slacken off." The master's eyes were blazing, like a burning torch, and he asked carefully: "After this trip, after the pain, I must have some enlightenment, can I have some feelings?" Bai Ping raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and concentrated on it. After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "My disciple is deeply aware that the suffering in the world is as deep as an abyss. The people are ignorant and easy to be confused by evil. They are like lambs who have lost their way and are slaughtered by others. We are responsible for protecting the common people. We should devote our efforts to eliminate demons and defend the way, sow the light of the right path and drive away the haze of ignorance. Furthermore, we should not be afraid of the strong, even in desperate situations, we should not give up justice. If Although dangers abound this time, there are righteous people who have the vision to help and fight the demons side by side. This is the power of the righteous path. I know that in the future, I will make good friends, recruit heroes from all over the world, gather righteous people from all directions, and gather every drop of power to become a torrent, wipe out all evil spirits, and restore the world to peace." Master nodded, smiling. He bloomed and praised happily: "How good! You have learned so much, it is not in vain. You practice Taoism, practice Dharma and skills externally, use magic treasures and magical powers to understand your heart and see your nature internally, and shape your Taoist heart. After going through many hardships, you still stick to the right path, and your mind is like a rock, which is a great comfort to your teacher. In the subsequent practice, you can first retreat and study hard, consolidate your roots and cultivate your talents, explore mysteries, and improve your realm; When the success is complete, go down the mountain to practice, save the common people, relieve the difficulties, and accumulate good deeds." After finishing his words, the master paused for a moment and asked again: "Disciple, have you ever thought about using a magic elixir to repair a broken arm?" Bai Ping was slightly startled, and then calmly replied: "Disciple, I know the elixir to renew the arm. It is rare and hard to find. If you are lucky enough to find it, you will be happy; but if you don't meet it, you will have no regrets. I hope that my disciple will work hard, study the one-handed swordsmanship and Tao techniques, practice diligently, and practice diligently. Even with one arm, I can kill monsters and protect all living beings, fulfill the grand purpose of defending the Tao, and live up to the expectations of my master." Master. After staring at it for a long time, he praised: "Good! My disciple has strong ambitions. Although the road is long and dangerous, and full of thorns, but you can keep your ambition and not be afraid of hardships, you are really lucky to be in my Taoist palace. Go to retreat and practice quietly. Come and ask me when you are in trouble. I will practice the Tao together with you and realize the profound extreme." Bai Ping paid his respects to his master and retired from the quiet room. As he walked along the secluded path of the Taoist palace, the breeze blew over his body, healing his wounds and soothing his soul; the warm sun came over him, infusing him with courage and igniting his passion. Halfway through the journey, he stopped and gazed at the wonderful scenery of Lingfeng Peak, with green mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist, and spiritual birds and animals looming among them. Bai Ping stared at it for a long time, smiled casually, and finally strode towards the retreat spiritual pool. ————

Takami felt a flash of light in front of his eyes. After a while, the world began to spin, and he found himself in a strange and shocking world. The metal-structured building twists and stretches into the gray sky. There are criss-crossing energy pipes on the ground, and explosions and laser beams pierce the sky in the distance. Before he could fully react, he heard a violent roar and a loud sound of metal collision. He took a closer look and saw two huge metal figures fighting fiercely. One is red and blue, tall and mighty, and the car window on his chest is shining with light. He is Optimus Prime; the other is gray-purple, with a slightly ferocious figure, and Megatron's mechanical eyes exude a cold light. Takami's heartbeat accelerated rapidly. These were Transformers, a household name on Earth, and he actually traveled to the planet Cybertron and witnessed this epic showdown. Megatron waved his fusion cannon and fired at Optimus Prime one after another. Each shot carried a powerful destructive force. Large craters were blasted out of the surrounding ground, and metal fragments flew everywhere. Optimus Prime nimbly dodged the attack, waving his ion sword in his hand, looking for opportunities to counterattack, and the scars on his body recorded the brutality of this battle. Takami's eyes scanned the battlefield and found a metal plate that was knocked away by the energy impact. His heart moved, he rushed over, picked up the metal plate as a shield, and rushed towards the battlefield. Optimus Prime caught a glimpse of this small but brave human figure out of the corner of his eye. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly focused his attention on Megatron. "Human, you shouldn't be here!" Optimus Prime shouted, and the voice was transmitted to Gao Jian's ears through some kind of energy conversion. "Optimus Prime, I can't leave you to fight alone," Takami shouted in response, although his voice was insignificant in the huge din of the battlefield. "I'm here to help you!" After seeing Gao Jian, Megatron laughed wildly: "Haha, even an ant dares to join the battle, so I'll crush you first!" As he said that, he turned the muzzle to Gao Jian and fired an energy beam. Takami quickly blocked it with a rusty knife. The indestructible rusty knife blocked the beam, but the powerful impact made him take a few steps back, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm. Optimus Prime took the opportunity to jump up, and stabbed Megatron's shoulder with the ion sword. Megatron felt pain, and angrily punched Optimus Prime back, knocking Optimus Prime away. Takami saw the right moment, picked up a metal pole, and threw it at Megatron's head like a flying spear. Although it failed to cause actual damage, it successfully distracted him. "Well done, human!" Optimus Prime shouted, immediately fighting alongside Takami. Takami kept running and dodging on the battlefield, looking for weapons and terrain that could be used. He found an energy circuit exposure point at the joint of Megatron's leg, then picked up the rusty knife and rushed towards Megatron. Megatron sensed Takami's intention and raised his foot to crush him, but Takami nimbly shuttled between Megatron's mechanical legs, and at the moment of approach, he inserted the rusty knife into the energy line. A burst of sparks flashed, and Megatron's leg movements were sluggish for a moment. Optimus Prime seized this opportunity and launched an attack with all his strength. His fists hit Megatron's chest with great force, and the ion sword also drew deep scars on Megatron's body. Megatron roared and used his fusion cannon to attack Optimus Prime at close range. Optimus Prime used his arms to protect his vitals, but was also knocked away by the powerful impact. Looking at the injured Optimus Prime, Takami felt a sense of determination in his heart. He rushed towards Megatron, and when Megatron attacked Optimus Prime again, he jumped on Megatron's arm, climbed up the arm, and tried to attack his head. Megatron swung his arms wildly, trying to throw Takami off, but Takami held on tightly. "You nasty little bug!" Megatron roared. Takami did not respond. His eyes were fixed on an optical sensor on Megatron's head, which was his target. Just as he was about to get close, Megatron suddenly grabbed him with his other hand and held him up in front of his eyes. "Now, you have to pay for your recklessness!" Megatron sneered. Just when Megatron was about to crush Takami, Optimus Prime rushed up from behind. He hugged Megatron's arm with all his strength and twisted it hard, forcing Megatron to let go of Takami. Takami took the opportunity to roll to the ground. He gasped and looked at the two people who were engaged in a fierce battle again. The energy storm around the battlefield is getting stronger and stronger, and there is lightning and thunder in the sky. It seems that the entire planet Cybertron is trembling for this battle. Takami knew that the outcome of this battle would determine the fate of this planet, and he, a human being, turned out to be the straw that broke the camel's back in the end. He picked up the rusty knife that fell on the ground, joined the battle again, and together with Optimus Prime, made the final charge towards Megatron...

Takami suddenly said that he wanted to drink milk tea and try her craftsmanship, and began to constantly construct ideas in his mind, so Dansha was ready to try to reward him with a practical operation. Although she doesn't know how to make, she is easy to learn. Does Takami want to eat watermelon? This is totally fine. But what is this [raw coconut latte], and why is there iron in the drink? Isn't latte iron? Is it like a wife cake without a wife? Um, [Watermelon Pop Pop], [Watermelon Coconut], [Tomato Egg Soup]... His consciousness says these are delicious, but why can't I understand them at all? Which one do you want Takami to do? I want it all! Cinnamon is made as soon as I think of it. The first step is to make the crispy pops needed in [Watermelon Pops]. I don't have the finished product of this material here, so I have to make it by hand first. Although I don't know how to do it, let me learn how to make Kangkanggao card. Hantian powder? What is this? Forget it, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up and move on to the next project. Well, [Watermelon Coconut] is simple. You only need to mash the watermelon, add ice and coconut water. These two fruits are the most indispensable in my house. You can make a lot! An upgraded version that replaces coconut water with coconut milk. Squeeze the coconut meat to form coconut milk, and then mix it with coconut water to make coconut milk. OK, next, [Tomato and Egg Soup]. Turn on the blender, chop the watermelon and pour it in, then add the peeled orange, add ice cubes and tea at a ratio of 1:1, stir and smash together, mix with the crushed watermelon, and you can drink it! It's too simple haha, it's worthy of my cinnabar, next project! Watermelon Ice LemonYou need some cut watermelon, lemon, sugar and water. Very good, all these materials are available. Squeeze out the lemon juice, either with a tool or a strong grip. Pour the watermelon, ice cubes and sugar into the blender. After blending, add the lemon juice and water. After the watermelon juice is layered, you can also put a slice of lemon and a few mint leaves into the cup to garnish, and the slightly sour lemon watermelon juice is completed. The last one, [traffic light]. You need bananas, strawberries, yogurt, sweet orange, kiwi, and mint. If you don't have yogurt, just use lemon milk instead! Takami is so smart = ͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪ ‧̣̥̇)! Add a little lemon juice to the milk and stir gently. The curd protein in the milk will form small pieces under the action of acid. Awesome, it's really done! Let the milk stand for a while, then put it and 1:1 diced strawberries in a blender, add ice cubes and sugar, stir, and the second layer, the pink strawberry yogurt juice is completed. Put out the prepared strawberry juice and put it in the refrigerator for ten minutes. The next step is the first layer of banana and fresh orange juice. Cut the peeled bananas into pieces and break the oranges into small pieces. Add sugar and salt. Don't ask why salt is added. As the old saying goes: "If you want it sweet, add salt first." What old saying is this? I've obviously lived hundreds of years longer than Gao Jian, so why haven't I heard of it? Then add water and ice cubes at a ratio of one to one, and stir at high speed until no lumps of banana are visible at all. At this moment, because there is more starch in the banana, it will become so mushy, which is also the key to forming stratification. This is simple, my entity is a dragon-shaped mechanism, and my mixing speed is very fast! But what does the hand speed of being single for 700 years mean? I always feel like you are thinking about something weird, Takami. The last is the simplest green kiwi mint juice. You only need to cut the kiwi into cubes and put it into a blender, then add some mint, ice cubes, and sugar, and crush them together. The third layer is ready. Pour the kiwi mint juice into the glass, then carefully pour in the strawberry yogurt juice, and finally the banana orange juice. In this way, the [Traffic Light] ice drink with distinct layers is ready! ……

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Bai Ping went down the mountain to practice, passed through Ningtai County, and took a break at an inn. There was a lot of diners coming and going in the store. In the dining room, the conversation at the next table came up, which was startling. However, it was a small mountain village under Ningtai County. Due to a backlog of taxes, the county government was angered, and it was severely fined and cut off from the rain and blessings for two years. When Bai Ping heard this, his eyebrows furrowed and he suddenly became worried. There has been no rain for two years, the fields are barren, the seedlings are wilted, and it is impossible to feed people. If the local people are trapped in a desperate situation, they will inevitably die of hunger and mourn everywhere. He sighed, without hesitation, immediately packed his luggage, left the inn in a hurry, and headed straight to this mountain village, hoping to pray for rain as a disciple of Zhenjing Dao Palace and help the people in the village survive this autumn harvest. Along the way, he walked in a hurry, with mountain trails winding under his feet, and the forest leaves on both sides rustling, as if whispering to dissuade him from turning back, but his eyes were firm and his pace was very fast, without any hesitation. When we entered the village, the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow shone lazily on the dilapidated houses, casting long and gloomy shadows, like evil beasts dormant. The villagers were in groups of twos and threes, with haggard faces, and their eyes were dull and empty. Only when they saw Bai Pingping, a faint light flashed in their eyes, and then disappeared into the endless darkness. Bai Ping didn't think much about it, he just said that under the long drought, people were numb and desperate, and had no love in life. He found the village chief and wanted to ask about the details of the drought. "My father-in-law, the trail passed through this place and saw the severe drought, so I came here to pray for rain and help." Bai Ping's tone was gentle, his eyes full of compassion and concern. The old village chief's body was stooped, like a dead tree bent by time. He raised his turbid eyes, looked at Bai Ping, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Brother Taoist priest, do you also want to pray for rain? The previous ones all failed. Such a punishment from heaven is difficult to reverse with human power." Knowing that most of the so-called first few Taoist priests were charlatans, Bai Ping sighed: "Even if there are all difficulties, why not give it a try?" "It's fine." The old village chief thought for a moment, and finally stepped aside to get out of the way. "Brother, Taoist priest, come with me." Bai Ping followed the old village chief into a dark farmhouse. The room was filled with rotten odor, and the tables and chairs were rickety, like defeated soldiers cowering in the wind, and they might collapse at any time. The old village chief tremblingly brought a bowl of crude tea. The hot steam from the turbid tea soup curled up, blurring the old man's face. Bai Ping thanked him and took it. He didn't mind the turbidity and drank it all in one gulp. Unexpectedly, the tea was actually mixed with Mongolian sweat medicine, which was an extraordinary product. Within a moment, the power of the medicine rushed up to my mind like a turbulent undercurrent, and I felt an overwhelming feeling of dizziness. Bai Ping was shocked, but the lights and shadows in front of him were mottled, and his limbs seemed to have been stripped of muscles and bones, becoming limp and weak. His consciousness gradually disappeared, and he finally fell to the ground, unconscious. After a long time, Bai Ping woke up and found that he was tightly tied to a woodshed with hemp ropes. The hemp rope is thick and tough, and it is as tight as a python. The more you twist it, the tighter it becomes, leaving bloody traces, excruciating pain, and cold sweat on your back. Fortunately, the villagers only regarded Bai Ping as an ordinary person. Although he tied Bai Ping with hemp rope, it did not prevent Bai Ping from making secrets with his hands. As long as Bai Ping is willing and uses the sword technique, he can summon the flying sword from the bag thrown at his feet and cut the hemp rope. He took a deep breath, listened attentively, and eavesdropped on the murmurs outdoors. Finally, he learned that the villagers had been in chaos due to a long drought and had converted to the mountain demon. He sacrificed blood and food to them to pray for rain. In this case, Bai Ping, who took the initiative to deliver it to the door, was naturally chosen by the villagers as the living meat to sacrifice to the mountain demon. Bai Ping's heart surged, and he thought to himself: "If we immediately get out of trouble and look for the monster, the monster may escape and the root of the disaster will be difficult to eradicate. Why not wait and kill the mountain monster when the sacrifice is being made?" Then he pretended to be asleep and was in a coma, waiting for the opportunity. After an unknown amount of time, the firewood shed door creaked open. Several villagers filed in. Their faces were gloomy and their eyes were numb. They were like walking corpses whose souls had been removed. Their movements were stiff, energetic but weak. Several people worked together to set up Bai Ping, as if dragging a heavy object, carried it to the open space in the middle of the village, and tied it to the pillar. Another man in strange clothes fainted on the roadside and was captured and kidnapped by the villagers. He woke up at this moment, panicked and looking around in horror. Bai Ping sighed softly: "Poor man, how can he not be afraid when he is suddenly faced with such a disaster?" Then he talked with him and felt that this man had extraordinary knowledge and was definitely not an ordinary person. It was really unfortunate to be reduced to this. The sacrifices are about to begin, the temple is celebrating, and the enchanting atmosphere is overflowing. Bai Ping whispered to the man: "This way, when the time comes, I will count one, two, three, and you run away, don't look back, and save your life." At this time, the bonfire was burning fiercely in the village open space, and the tongues of fire danced wildly, licking the night sky, and lighting up the numb faces of the villagers. They circled the temple blessings, danced crazily, and muttered words that were all flattering to the demons and ghosts. The strange syllables were intertwined, just like the neighing of a night owl, creating a strange atmosphere. Finally, accompanied by the lyrics, the mountain demon sacrificed by the villagers walked out of the darkness and began to enjoy the blood food sacrificed by the villagers. Bai Pingsheng was determined to kill this evildoer even if he risked his life. But before that, we must create an escape opportunity for the innocent kid who was robbed. Bai Ping said to Gao Jian again: "Hey, little brother, I'll count one, two, three. Don't worry about anything, just run back." After saying that, Bai Ping started to make the secret. While pinching, he calmly counted: "One... Two... Three!" At this moment, Bai Ping finished pinching the sword technique, his eyes sharpened, and he shouted decisively: "Sword coming!" In an instant, the flying sword in the woodshed moved in response, crashed through the roof, flew in front of him, and suddenly cut off the hemp ropes on Bai Ping and Gao Jian. Then, the cold light dazzled, piercing the mountain demon! ————

"Monsters harm people? How many mountain gods, river gods and earth gods have I defeated, and how can I still be afraid of ordinary monsters?" Gao Jian said goodbye to his fellow villagers, pulled out his rusty knife, patted the walking dragon, then got on his horse and walked towards the mountains. In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, the north wind is biting. I Gao Jian, with his loyalty in his heart, is not afraid of the cold at all, not to mention that he has already put on special warm clothes and a hat that can withstand the cold wind, preparing to welcome the gift of nature that the mountains give him after the snow - the wild monster. "Today, we will definitely gain something." Takami secretly looked forward to the upcoming battle. One man and one horse ran straight towards the mountains. On the way, the red flame war horse seemed to feel Takashi's passion and desire for hunting. It waggled its tail and its eyes were full of anticipation. The sun shines through the sparse clouds and dapples the snow, forming a beautiful picture. The footprints of Gao Jian and "Zilong" left deep marks on the snow, like lines of poetry written by nature. Soon, he led the "walking dragon" into the dense forest. Gao Jian's sharp eyes were looking for the footprints of harmful monsters. Soon, he discovered a series of huge footprints, which were the footprints of a powerful monster! Takami's heartbeat began to accelerate "bang bang bang". You know, the exhilarating feeling of hunting monsters last time is still engraved in every cell of his. He signaled the "walking dragon" to stay quiet, and they began to follow the monster's footprints. The footprints on the snow are clearly visible, leading Takami deep into the forest. As we go deeper, the surrounding trees become denser and denser, and the environment becomes darker and darker. Only the occasional sunlight shining through the treetops dapples the snow, reflecting a series of white lights. Suddenly, Takami heard a low roar, and his experience told him that the monster was nearby! He quickly pulled "Walking Dragon" to squat down and hide behind a leeward slope. Not long after, a huge monster appeared in Takami's sight. The huge turtle monster walked leisurely on the snow. It seemed not to notice the existence of Takami and "Zilong". "It's broken. It's actually the Four Realms Great Demon who sent me a divination. How come the demon clan in the river appears in the mountains and fields? Something is wrong. There is something 10 or even 90% wrong. If he finds out, I will be in trouble and have no choice but to withdraw!" Gao Jian clenched the rusty knife in his hand, but he knew that the power and ferocity of the Four Realms Great Demon should not be underestimated. Even if he had broken through the Second Realm, he still could not resist. He decided to be vigilant rather than act rashly. At this moment, Guicheng seemed to notice something. He stopped and turned his head to look in the direction of Takami. Takami held his breath. He and "Zilong" remained motionless, trying to blend themselves into the surrounding environment. Fortunately, Guicheng didn't seem to notice them. He turned back and continued his stroll. However, it seems to be strolling intentionally or unintentionally, but it is slowly approaching Takami. Experienced Gao Jian knew that this giant turtle of the four realms had actually discovered them. What the monsters are best at is pretending to be casually strolling close to the target, and then suddenly attack! So he walked out directly holding the "walking dragon", the rusty knife in his hand had been unsheathed, and the cold light was six feet! Takami was confronting Guicheng like this. Gui Cheng looked at the familiarity of the red flame war horse and the rusty knife in his hand, was stunned for a moment, and then became furious. "It's you!" But Guicheng rolled his eyes a few times, as if he thought of something, and then slowly retreated. After all, it is not stupid, and there is no need to fight for its life against such a threatening target. I did it myself, but I offended the minister. It was a near miss, and Takami escaped with his life. Encountering this situation was like a bucket of cold water poured on the flame of his hunting passion. When calmness took over the high ground, he realized how stupid his previous idea was. It is very difficult to hunt down a big monster beast with just one person, one sword and one horse. Maybe I have to escape quickly now? Just because Guicheng doesn't dare to take action doesn't mean he won't send his men to take action! "No, no, no, if he sends the monsters from the Three Realms, we still don't know who will win. Next, who will be the hunter and who will be the prey?" After saying this, Gao Jian licked his lips eagerly.

Looking at the white meat insect split in half on the ground, Takami looked a little strange. Is this thing so weak? Just as he was thinking about this, the scarlet aura was absorbed by the knife again, the insect corpses on the ground turned into dust and dissipated, and the black aura lingering around the blade in Takami's hand became more and more intense. "Tao... Fellow Taoist!?" Bai Ping's voice suddenly came from behind, but his voice was slightly trembling. Gao Jian put away his sword and turned around, looking at the little Taoist priest in green with a slightly complicated look. But before Gao Jian had time to reply, the little Taoist took a few steps back, looking at Gao Jian with eyes full of horror. "Evil! You are an evil!" No, what the hell? Have I become a demon? Takami's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously wanted to take a few steps closer to ask. "Don't come over!" But he didn't expect that this small action would shock Bai Ping so much. But this can't be blamed on him, because from Bai Ping's perspective, Takami is now a weirdo with black energy lingering all over his body and scarlet eyes, and his methods seem to be much more dangerous than these villagers who perform fire festivals. "Forget it, let's not waste time here." Gao Jian decided not to have a close relationship with Bai Ping in this life. It would be too dangerous to follow him, so he might as well let him be a happy little Taoist priest. So Gao Jian decided to be direct, he was going to Ningtai County. He suffered a big loss there in his last life. This time he wanted to get rid of the trouble before Bai Ping, and at the same time confirm the suspicion in his heart. Takami's eyes moved slightly, and he inserted the evil knife into his chest again, then his body swayed and disappeared. "Where is the man?" Bai Ping held his sword and looked around. Except for the wailing villagers on the ground, there was no trace of the man. "When such evil spirits appear, I must report it to the master! However, let's solve the immediate matter first." ... About half the time of burning incense, Gao Jian has arrived in Ningtai County. At this time, he does not know that he has been blacklisted by the little Taoist priest and is preparing to report. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Takami exhaled a breath and stabilized his figure. "With my current cultivation level, it is really too reluctant to perform this movement." He raised his head and glanced at the plaque, but no longer saw the charm, but was surrounded by black energy, and the entire county was filled with a strong sense of death, which was almost nauseating. "Did this already happen from the beginning?" Takami's face was solemn. He stepped into the county town again and looked at the familiar lively scenes, but his feelings were completely different. Those seemingly majestic door gods are all fierce ghosts with teeth and claws. A cold smile appeared on Takami's face. He hid the knife in his sleeve and walked through the crowd like a ghost. But it is strange that no one noticed this strange scene. Wherever Gao Jian passed, there was a small scratch on the doors close to the door gods. If any practitioner passed by, they would find that those door gods had become waste paper and no evil ghosts were clinging to them. "As expected, I didn't expect that my sword would undergo such horrific changes after my rebirth." But Gao Jian, who did all this, was unusually excited at this time. He was just doing a small experiment. What he didn't expect was that his current knife could actually absorb the demonic energy and repair the cracks in the blade. Not only that, as the cracks disappeared, Takami also found that his own strength had become stronger, and he felt that there was endless power in his body. It is no exaggeration to say that Gao Jian's current strength is invincible in Ningtai County. Suddenly, as a faint coercion appeared, Gao Jian knew that the mastermind behind the scenes had finally arrived. The noise he made was not just for testing. I don't know how many cracks my knife can repair after absorbing this thing. The corners of Takami's mouth were slightly raised, and his scarlet eyes showed no trace of emotion.

"Niu'er, Niu'er, don't run so fast, I'm scared." A child wearing a slightly loose robe was riding on the back of a tall and strong green cow. He said he was scared, but his little feet swayed with ease. It was getting late, and the children drove the big green cow home after they had eaten and drank enough. "You child, you know how to hunt every day. Whose child can graze cows all day? You must be hungry, go wash your hands and eat." The woman's slightly reproachful tone could not hide the doting on the child. The child wet his hands indiscriminately and sat down on the stove without wiping them. After a day of playing outside, he was already hungry. "Mom, what shall we eat tonight?" "White mask, and your favorite fish soup." "Okay, let's eat fish soup!" After a burst of snoring, there was only the empty bowl left by the stove, which was cleaner than a dog licked. "You child, you have been reincarnated as a starving ghost. You won't eat slowly. After you finish eating, go to the ancestral hall in front to offer incense to Mr. Gao. Don't forget." The woman told the child with a slight seriousness. "I know, mother, I'll go right away." After saying that, the child trotted away and came to the ancestral hall next to his house. The ancestral hall is not tall, let alone magnificent. It just looks like an ordinary farmhouse, with earthen walls and gray tiles, no windows, and only an ordinary wooden door. Inside the door of the ancestral hall upon entering, there is a desk made of wide dark wood. In front of the desk is a futon made of wormwood. There are metal candlesticks on both sides of the futon against the wall, and some candles are lit all year round. There is a big red plaque on the desk, with a line of golden characters written on it, "To worship our benefactor and his views." On the left side of the offering card is a bronze statue, a lifelike green bull that is high-spirited and high-spirited, just like the offering card protector. In front of the offering tablet is a copper-colored incense burner, which keeps burning incense all year round, and there is never a shortage of tributes in the tribute plate in front of the incense burner. At this time, an octogenarian man was kneeling down on the futon to pray devoutly. There were words in his mouth, but he couldn't hear them clearly. Occasionally, a few words came with the night wind, but they were just words of gratitude. The children were still young, but they also knew the rules. When they saw their great-grandfather kneeling on the futon, they consciously slowed down and walked gently, walked slowly behind their great-grandfather, and prayed silently. When great-grandfather stood up, he wisely stepped forward to help the old great-grandfather. Then he knelt down with a "plop", first kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, then lit three incense sticks with the candle next to him and inserted them into the incense burner. Then he knelt down and closed his eyes to pray. After completing this daily task, I supported my great-grandfather and walked home slowly. At this time, the moon was already above the willow branches, and the bright moonlight filled the country road. The great-grandson supports the great-grandfather, and his figure reflected by the moon is extremely harmonious. In the night wind, there was a conversation between shadows. "Great-grandfather, has this Gao Jian saved many people?" "Yes, I only heard that you helped a lot of people and killed many evil gods. I am not very clear about the specific details, but I, a country man like you, thank you for being such a brat. How about your mother?" They have all been harmed by the evil god, where can I find you? " "Hey, I know this. My mother told me this story many times. When my great-grandfather was selling cattle, he met you by chance. In gratitude for the loyalty of the green cow, you killed the turtle evil god in the river and saved my mother, right? " "Yes, yes, yes, you little brat is blessed with great fortune! You must remember that Mr. Gao is the great benefactor of our family. As long as there is still one person in our family who is alive, we cannot do without his offerings and incense." "Great-grandfather, I can save it! I will definitely do it, and let my descendants do it. "You are just a baby. Do you want to have descendants? You should grow up early. If my great-grandfather can see you get married, he can die in peace." In this dark era, Takami lit up the light of hope for countless such families. And these simple people kept him in their hearts and enshrined him in the ancestral hall, where the incense burned and Buddhas were born in thousands of families!

The Spring Festival, which is an extremely important festival no matter where in the world, is always full of joy and peace. On such a special day, Takami decided to celebrate this beautiful festival with his first friend in this world and his best friend - Bai Ping. In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shines through the window lattice on Takami's face. He opened his eyes, feeling the festive atmosphere, and felt a warmth in his heart. He put on his festive attire, which was a blue robe with a red belt around his waist, which made him look solemn and festive. He walked out of the door and saw the "walking dragon" already waiting in the courtyard, his red mane shining in the sun, as if he was also celebrating this festival. Gao Jian rode on the "walking dragon" and flew towards Bai Ping's Taoist temple. Along the way, the streets were lined with red lanterns and colorful ribbons, Spring Festival couplets were posted in front of every house, and children wearing new clothes chased and played in the streets. The whole city was immersed in the joy of the festival. Soon, Gao Jian arrived at the Taoist temple where Bai Ping had placed orders in the capital. Bai Ping was already waiting at the door. He was wearing a brand new Taoist robe, a simple but dignified Taoist crown, and a warm smile on his face. When the two met, they bowed to each other and said "Happy New Year" to each other. "Zilong" paces briskly outside the Taoist temple, while Gao Jian and Bai Ping begin their Spring Festival journey. They first came to the market, which was already bustling with people, with various cries and laughter coming and going. The stalls are filled with all kinds of products, from Spring Festival couplets and window grilles to various snacks. Takami and Baiping were walking in the market. They first tasted braised pork. The unique aroma and soft texture made people have endless aftertaste. Then they tasted the fried liver. The delicious pork liver and the rich sauce perfectly blended together, which made people full of praise. It must be said that the food of the old capital is authentic and authentic. "This fried liver is really a masterpiece, Bai Ping, don't you think so?" Gao Jian praised while eating. Bai Ping nodded and smiled: "It's really good, but I'm more looking forward to the next candied haws on a stick." They continued walking and soon saw a stall selling candied haws on a stick. The clusters of red hawthorns are wrapped in crystal sugar and sparkle in the sun, making people salivate. Takami bought two skewers, one for himself and one for Bai Ping. The two of them ate while walking. The sweet yet sour taste seemed to indicate that the new year would bring both sweetness and challenges. "Bean Juice Charred Rings, have a bowl!" Gao Jian was suddenly attracted by this unique cry, and he pulled Bai Ping to the bean juice stall. Bean juice is a unique snack in Beijing. It has a unique taste. People who like it can't put it down, but people who don't like it stay away from it. Takami and Baiping each ordered a bowl, which was paired with crispy burnt rings. The unique flavor made them hooked. After eating and drinking, the two decided to go home and prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner. They bought fresh vegetables and meat at the market, as well as flour and fillings needed to make dumplings. Back home, Takami and Baiping started to get busy. Takami is responsible for kneading the dough and rolling out the dough, while Bai Ping is responsible for adjusting the stuffing. Takami chose leeks and pork as the filling. In his opinion, it symbolizes the longevity of the new year. Of course, Takami's favorite dumplings with fennel and egg fillings are also indispensable, because Bai Ping cannot eat meat. There are also many types of dumplings with vegan fillings, such as potato filling, tomato filling, and mushroom and cabbage filling. "Bai Ping, you chop the leeks so finely." Gao Jian looked at the leek filling in Bai Ping's hand and couldn't help but admire. Bai Ping said with a smile: "This is one of the secrets of making dumplings. Thin fillings and thin skin make dumplings delicious." The two of them chatted while making dumplings. After a while, the chopping board was filled with plump dumplings. Takami is responsible for cooking the dumplings, while Baiping prepares other New Year's Eve dishes. They prepared vegetarian fish, which is made of tofu, which means more than enough every year; and rice cakes, which means promotion every year. As night falls, a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner is finally ready. Takami and Bai Ping sat at the table and toasted in celebration. They tasted the dishes cooked by themselves and felt the warmth of the festival and the preciousness of friendship. "Goodbye, in the new year, I hope your martial arts will be improved to a higher level and your spiritual practice will be smoother." Bai Ping raised his glass and wished. Gao Jian retorted: "I also wish you to practice Taoism and live a long and healthy life." After the meal, the two of them walked out and set off fireworks. Colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky, lighting up the night sky and their smiling faces. During this Spring Festival, Gao Jian and Bai Ping not only enjoyed delicious food, but more importantly, they enjoyed friendship and the joy of the festival. It was late at night, Gao Jian rode on the "walking dragon" and said goodbye to Bai Ping. They agreed to celebrate the Spring Festival together next year. Takami rode the "walking dragon" and disappeared into the night, but the joy and warmth of the Spring Festival remained in their hearts forever.

Takami subconsciously took a small step forward, but stopped suddenly, fearing that his rashness would disturb her. He opened his lips slightly, trying to say something to break the awkward and delicate deadlock, but something seemed to be choking in his throat, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words. "Calm down first, I'll get you a glass of water." Then he picked up a white shirt from the ground and put it on his body, and hurriedly left the bedroom, as if something fierce was chasing him behind him. There was only a slightly lonely and confused figure left in the room. In the hall, Takami slumped on the sofa helplessly, looking forward with empty eyes, thinking about everything that had just happened. It's true that weird things happen every year, especially this year. Based on the messy memories in my mind, I can be very sure that he has traveled through time again... When he woke up, he was kicked by someone inexplicably. He looked naked and in a very embarrassed state. At this moment, a transparent light curtain that only he could see seemed to appear in front of his eyes. "This is... The system!?" Takami's body leaned forward slightly involuntarily, and even his breathing became heavy. Anyone who dabbles in online novels knows this thing. And he was used to it. This was not the first time he had traveled through time. As a ten-year-old bookworm, it can be said that no one knows what the system means better than him. Ding~Loading data Binding host... Host: Takami Gender: Male Height: 175cm Weight: 75kg Assets: 1069 yuan Stature: 69, face Value: 75, Constitution: 70, Ability: 59...] [Enterprise: None] [Real estate: None] [Vehicle: None] … "Am I... Traveling through time again?" After carefully browsing the information on the light screen, combined with the incomplete memory in his mind, Takami finally understood the current situation. This body is also called Takami. He is 25 years old and currently unemployed. Not long ago, the woman suffered from severe depression. By chance, he got to know her, and his emotions quickly heated up... "Click" A sudden sound came from the bedroom door, interrupting his thoughts. Looking up, I saw the woman walking out of the room. Her face looked slightly haggard, and her formerly lively eyes had lost their brilliance. She lifted her hips hard, and every step seemed to use up all her strength. Seeing this, Gao Jian quickly stepped forward to help him. "No, I will leave by myself." The woman said weakly, with a hint of stubbornness in her voice. Although she is small, she is always a strong woman. She turned her head slightly to avoid Takami's outstretched hand. At the same time, she took out a few banknotes from the wallet prepared in her hand and handed them to Takami. "What does this mean? Hiding money?" The woman shook her head and did not reply. She just looked at him firmly with her eyes still holding out the banknotes stubbornly. Seeing her serious look, Takami took the bills directly. "Thank you, miss, I'm glad to serve you." Takami bowed slightly, using a teasing tone, trying to break the awkward and heavy atmosphere. But at this moment, he was only wearing a pair of blue shorts on his lower body, and his funny appearance really diminished the effect of the joke. The originally handsome face was now a little more embarrassed because of the awkward attire. He pulled at the edge of his pants uncomfortably, groaning secretly in his heart. I wanted to resolve the embarrassment, but this was better, because I was afraid the atmosphere would become even weirder. I could only stand there and secretly observe the woman's reaction. Fortunately, the woman didn't have any other reaction. She just stood there quietly, with a trace of exhaustion and indifference in her eyes, as if all the embarrassment around her had nothing to do with her.

"Tang Clan's hidden weapon? A small trick!" When he heard Gao Jian's understatement, Tang San's face instantly twisted into a ferocious chrysanthemum. "Tangmen... Must not... Be humiliated!" Tang San, with a gloomy expression, lowered his proud head and uttered these words through gritted teeth. At the same time, Tang San lowered his chin slightly, arched his back, and his clothes suddenly turned into snow and scattered in all directions. From the middle of his spine, eight increasingly larger bulges bulged out, emitting purple light. Then, eight spider legs and feet strangely broke out of his back, stretching out like lightning, and grew to about one foot in length as if they were facing the wind. Attached soul bone - "Eight Spider Spears"! At the same time, the bluesilver grass swaying in the wind around him disappeared, replaced by a black hammer that appeared in his hand. Tang San, who was so angry that he was like a thunderbolt, tapped the Eight Spider Spear on the ground very quickly, and he was like a huge long-legged spider galloping towards Gao Jian. His movements were as fast as a ghost, and the Eight Spider Spears streaked through the air with streaks of purple light and shadow, making a sharp sound of breaking wind. In the blink of an eye, Tang San had already stood in front of Gao Jian. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand was wrapped in black light and hit Gao Jian's head mercilessly. This hammer was infused with all the 43rd level soul power of Tang San who was running Xuantian Kung at full power. The majestic power was like the weight of Mount Tai. Even the air above Gao Jian's head seemed to be squeezed and distorted by this majestic force. Facing such an offensive, Gao Jian kept his face unchanged and looked as usual. He just walked leisurely and dodged sideways. "Boom——!" In an instant, dust was flying, gravel was flying, and the hard ground was like fragile tofu, and a huge crater was smashed out. Gao Jian's clothes were blown by the strong wind caused by the impact of the Clear Sky Hammer, and were also stained with some raised dust, but he was still unscathed. The cracks on the edge of the pit spread quickly like a spider web, the cracks in the ground spread quickly like ripples, and the scope of the huge pit became larger and larger as the earth and rocks collapsed in the arena. But Gao Jian was not afraid at all. As if dancing on a tightrope, the cracked waves on the ground quickly approached Tang San, waving the rusty knife and stabbing straight into his heart. Tang San missed with all his strength and when he saw Gao Jian, he not only refused to retreat, but instead came towards him, with no intention of avoiding Gao Jian. You have the sacrificial sword technique, why don't I have the sacrificial hammer technique? I saw Tang Sanba's spider spear suddenly push the ground, his body twisted instantly, and the Clear Sky Hammer swung out horizontally, like a black dragon, whistling and sweeping towards Takami's crotch. Seeing this situation, Takami just deflected the sword, deflected it downwards towards the side of the Clear Sky Hammer, and immediately defused the attack. After defusing the attack, Gao Jian took advantage of the situation and stepped forward with a lunge. The rusty knife in his hand danced directly into an airtight light and shadow. The sword flashed brightly and went straight to Tang Sanzhou's vitals. Tang San originally wanted to use the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique, using the superimposed strength of one hammer wave to be stronger than the previous hammer wave to defeat Takashi. Instead, he was caught off guard by Gao Jian's sword technique, which was even more brutal than the previous one. For a moment, Tang San couldn't help but panic. The Clear Sky Hammer alone could no longer parry Gao Jian's [Sacrifice Sword Technique] and [Reluctant Sword Technique], so he could only hastily use the Eight Spider Spears to defend. He saw the Eight Spider Spears waving criss-crossly, like shields in front of him, and the sound of metal collision could not be heard. The two people were staggered, and it seemed that they were fighting inextricably. However, as Tang San was brought into the rhythm of Gao Jian's swordsmanship, he could only parry and defend with a weak left and right, and it had to be said that the decline was complete. Tang San continuously activated the Purple Demon Eyes, struggling to find a turning point. Finally, he spotted a good opportunity and struck out with the hammer without hesitation. The Clear Sky Hammer was raised high and came down with the roar of the wind. However, just when the hammer was about to touch his body, Gao Jian's body flashed and slid past the hammer like a loach. However, the Clear Sky Hammer was skillfully led aside by Gao Jian, and it hit the ground with another roar. After Gao Jian rolled over and dodged a loach, he was already at Tang San's side. With a flash of cold light from the rusty knife in his hand, he stabbed Tang San's left chest with the knife. Tang San's hammer missed, he used too much strength and was completely unable to dodge. He only felt a burst of sharp pain, and the rusty knife penetrated directly into his left chest. Blood spurted out in an instant, dyeing their clothes red. "This... Hurts so much... My life... Is at risk!" With the last thought, Tang San's consciousness completely sank into darkness.

Faced with Gao Jian's [Sacrifice Sword Technique]'s overwhelming attack, Tang San didn't show any panic at all. Everything is within his plan. Since even the spider web restraint could not restrain Gao Jian, Tang San was not prepared to trap him with the blue silver cage. After all, the former consumed ten times more soul power than the blue silver cage. So from the beginning, Tang San just wanted to use this to buy time for his most critical offensive. After Takami used the [Sacrifice Sword Technique] to break the restraint, he no longer strolled leisurely, but continued to use the sword technique non-stop to kill Tang San. At this time, Tang San's second yellow spirit ring, which he had never used before, finally lit up. In an instant, a blue silver grass grew out of thin air, appeared at Takami's feet, wrapped directly around Takami's ankle, and pulled him hard. The second soul skill of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit——[Parasite]! It turned out that Tang San had already used the skill of Blue Silver Coil to sow the seeds of Blue Silver Grass on Gao Jian's path, and was waiting for Gao Jian to use his soul skills to catch him off guard when he moved forward. Tang San knew very well that facing a terrifying enemy like Gao Jian, this trick would only be effective the first time, so good steel must be used on the blade. And now, this is the critical moment. Tang San raised his head and looked at Gao Jian. His eyes were like deep purple gems, as deep as an abyss capable of swallowing all things. At this moment, two intense purple rays of light suddenly appeared in these eyes like agile purple lightning. The rays seemed to have substance, tearing the air and shooting straight towards Gao Jian. Purple Demon Eyes, spiritual shock! Takami was already unbalanced due to the sneak attack of Blue Silver Grass, his steps staggered, and he was in a brief panic. The purple light reflected in his pupils without warning. In an instant, Takami felt as if his brain had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. He had a splitting headache, as if thousands of needles were piercing his mind wantonly. His eyes lost focus for an instant, and he subconsciously held his head with both hands. His facial muscles twisted in pain, a low groan came from his throat, and his body swayed uncontrollably, as if it was a candle in the strong wind that might fall down at any time. While driving the Purple Demon Eyes to sneak attack Gao Jian, Tang San's hands were not idle either, touching the Twenty-Four Bridges of Bright Moon Night on his waist, he wildly threw out various hidden weapons and began to fire them at Gao Jian. Tang Sect Xuantian Baolu: Kill him while he is sick! I saw Tang San's jade-like warm hands fluttering like butterflies around his waist, and then dozens of rays of cold light burst out from the fingers of Tang San's hands. Hidden arrows, Zhuge Liannu, lancets, bone-penetrating nails, locust stones, dragon's beard needles, Yama's Tie and other hidden weapons flew out at cunning angles, hitting Gao Jian's shoulders, knees, throat, eyes, heart, Dantian, lower yin and other vital parts of the body. Suddenly, the offensive between the two reversed. High opinion, danger! Faced with an attack that was like a thousand arrows being fired at once, Gao Jian's handsome face remained calm as usual. I saw him suddenly change his pace and start dancing like a gang fighting step. His light steps were like a carefree fish swimming in the sea of ​​hidden weapons. Whether it is a mechanical concealed weapon or a sleight-of-hand concealed weapon, whether it is an ordinary flying knife or a flying nail, or the real killing move of the Dragon Beard Needle Hell King Sticker, they are all resolved by Gao Jian's agile body skills, prediction and avoidance, or by wielding a rusty knife to parry and block. Hit rate, zero percent. Passing among thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touched me! You must know that the divination skills of these thirty years are not something that can be practiced every time. This gift of divination obtained from the Turtle Demon of the Four Realms can help Gao Jian perceive good and bad luck at hand, predict upcoming dangers, and react in advance to avoid them. It was like an idea coming from the comic book hero Spider-Man in his previous life. It seems to be the whim of the fairy family in the legend. "Tang Clan's hidden weapon? A little trick!"

"I am Tang San!" "I am Tang San!" "I am Tang San!" ... Not long ago. "Am I dead? Where am I?" In the dark space, the young Tang San looked at his surroundings blankly. "This is your consciousness space." "It's so shameful that you can't even defeat this kind of thing. If I hadn't discovered a singularity in my past, you would really be dead!" A young man in rich clothes with an arrogant expression accused Tang San. "Who are you? How dare you speak to me like this? You have already——" "Pa——!" A loud slap interrupted Tang San's voice. "I am you in the future, Tang San, the God of Poseidon, God King of Shura, Lord of Douluo Continent, and Chairman of the God Realm Committee!" "Well, my consciousness space cannot accommodate so many people." "Wait, you said you are Tang San?" "I am Tang San!" "I am Tang San!" "I am Tang San!" "Pa—!" This slap was much heavier than the one just now, and it directly made the young Tang San fall asleep. Being young is good, just fall asleep. "Forget it, go get some sleep. Why didn't I realize that I was so annoying when I was a child? Let me infuse some Poseidon power and deal with this outsider with my own hands." ... Takami stabbed Tang San through the heart and gave him a chill. Just as he was about to leave, he saw a ray of golden-blue light spreading from Tang San's body. The golden blue light quickly repaired the wound on Tang San's left chest. Then, the light became bigger and bigger, and Tang San's body also levitated. Seeing this, Takami tightened his grip on the rusty knife. Suddenly, the light disappeared, and Tang San opened his eyes, only to see two golden-blue beams of light shooting out of his pupils, heading straight for Gao Jian! Takami quickly raised his sword in front of his chest to parry, but was still knocked back tens of meters by the beam. Takami, who was covered in dirt, climbed up in embarrassment, grinned and waved his hand. In other words, the rusty knife is indestructible, otherwise he would have had two holes opened in his chest. Even so, his hands were extremely sore and he would be unable to use the knife skills in a short period of time. At this time, Tang San opened his eyes and spoke: "I am the Sea God Tang San. I can withstand the power of the god. You are good!" Before he finished speaking, a golden trident emitting light appeared in Tang San's hand. The main blade of the trident is more than two feet long and about half a foot wide. The divided blades are thinner, so it does not look like a halberd, but more like a long sword with a long handle and a long blade. "However, you are done here. It is an honor for you to die under this move." "The Golden Thirteen Halberds, the second style, Uncertain Storm." Poseidon Tang San held the Poseidon Trident in his hand with one hand and began to wave it continuously at Takami. I saw huge golden haloes of light spinning out from the top of the Poseidon Trident, flying straight towards Takami! With the mere display of divine power, Takami had to fight with all his strength to survive. He could not withstand the series of attacks from the Poseidon Trident no matter what. Just when Takami raised the knife and prepared to die calmly, a divine light suddenly appeared behind Takami, and a two-faced shadow of a devil and a mother was reflected in the sky from Takami's back. This image looks like a goddess on one side, holding a tree branch, wearing a robe with big sleeves, looking majestic, holding a baby in her arms, and full of kindness. The other side is in the shape of a hungry ghost, wearing a colorful tassel, black and blue skin, a big bloody mouth, long hair standing upright, and protruding muscles. He grabs the child's ankle and lifts it up. He has a fierce look and a skeleton all over his body! After the phantom of the divine form appeared, Poseidon Tang San felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him behind him! In an instant, the aura of indefinite storm wave that Tang San had waved before was all shaken into pieces of light particles and scattered. Even Poseidon Tang San was directly suppressed by this power and knelt down on one knee unable to move. Poseidon Tang San was horrified to find that endless distracting thoughts were inexplicably pouring out of his indestructible sea of ​​spiritual consciousness. At this moment, in his sea of ​​consciousness, the shadows of thousands of people actually appeared, dancing in confusion and madness before his eyes like a hundred ghosts walking in the night. Numerous ghosts of all kinds were hovering around him, constantly making uncomfortable whispers. For a moment, even Tang San, the future Lord of the God Realm, was completely unable to tell whether these shadows were real or hallucinations. "I can't tell the difference!" "I really can't tell the difference!"

After reading Chapter 81, one feeling is very obvious: it's too wordy! Cultivation is practice, but he also talks about a lot of things, like an old scholar teaching the "Four Books and Five Classics" to children. To be honest, readers may know more about these principles than the author, but we just don't have the time to summarize them. After all, there are very few that can be used in life. Drinking too much Chicken Soup for the Soul will make you full of water, and just hearing the sound is enough.

I don't understand what kind of world the protagonist wants to create. It's a complete replica of the real world of "unity and friendship" where there are no practitioners and everyone is just ordinary people. It is also a near-utopia where everyone is equal and the emperor commits the same crime as the common people. Differences in status and ladder are allowed, but relative equality and friendship are allowed. Or, people are absolutely equal, and everyone's cultivation, beauty, etc. Are absolutely the same, and "no dignity or inferiority" is achieved from the source. When Takami argued with Dansha, he said that her disregard for the weak made her feel creepy, that she wanted to break the "nobility", that Dansha did good things not because she wanted to do good, and that Dansha might do evil because of her uncle, etc. When arguing with Dansha, the protagonist never said that he would not be suspicious or even kill those who might do evil because of evil that has not happened yet, so why is he certain that he will fight Dansha in the future based on what has not happened yet. There is also the debate about whether doing good deeds unintentionally is good or doing good deeds intentionally is good. Can it be denied that Dansha is a "good person"? Is it wrong to ignore the weak? It's not like ignoring people as blood food or elixir training materials. Moreover, Cinnabar will help the weak due to her nature. From another perspective, she is just a cold person, why is she so valuable? In the eyes of the protagonist, are fine clothes and food expensive? Or is it more expensive to have advanced cultivation? Or is it expensive to have a lot of wealth? Has the protagonist forgotten that this is a "dead" world that relies on the strongest practitioners to capture outside resources to maintain the world's consumption? Moreover, a practitioner cannot eat the same as ordinary people (intake energy). From this aspect, practitioners create more means of production than ordinary people. Is it wrong for them to eat more? If one person can do the work of 5 people, is it wrong to eat the food of 5 people? Are all "aristocratic families" evil? Does this count as one size fits all? It is never a waste to eat the tongues of a hundred chickens in order to make a dish. It is a waste to throw away the rest. It is never a waste to eat the resources, but to pile the rice in the warehouse. When a disaster occurs, it is not used for disaster relief. It is just a waste to store it as a kind of property until it all slowly decays. Aristocratic families siphon wealth, and there is no need to hate money because money flows to aristocratic families. Money is just a carrier for the exchange of production means. . So, in this case, the protagonist wants to build a world where everyone has the same mind and cultivation level, there is no gap in wealth, everyone is not special, they are just part of the human group, and everything is absolutely equal? So, would it be faster to cut off everyone's heads and put them in a glass jar? There is no need for them to do any work yet.

Criticizing the natural law of the weak and the strong, and advocating for civilized love and non-aggression, this is not a modern society where everyone is flesh and blood, but a world of immortals and heroes where personal power is revealed. The national conditions may be different, just like people don't care what ants think. The protagonist thinks about reforming the rules of the entire divine dynasty, but actually relies on force and strategy to subdue his opponents. He is also a thug, using modern social thinking to attack the world of immortals. He is an ideal moral saint. The book is a good book, but it is awkward.

A bookworm of twenty years identified it as half-immortal grass. The overall plot of this book so far is very compact, and every plot has a cause and effect. The thread of grass and snakes stretches for thousands of miles, and there is no hole dug or left unfilled. The characters' personalities are reflected through the plot and language, and there is no forced facial expression. The shortcomings are not without. For example, the character of the protagonist is indeed a bit too unreal, a standard idealist; the introduction in some aspects is too lengthy, which affects the reading experience; the protagonist's level is a bit slow to improve, and the enemies are too powerful, so it is difficult to have straightforward fun (to put it bluntly, it is fun for novices who can only punch hard). But these shortcomings are acceptable and innocuous in the context of the book. I hope the author can stick to it. The quality of this book is quite strong at present, but the results are too average. I am afraid that the author will cut it 😥

This book is beautiful😭

After reading the Liangzhou chapter, I feel that the author needs to sort out the main theme of the book. The protagonist is always struggling, and I feel that the author may not have a clear understanding of what he wants to write about. After all, this topic is still relatively grand, how to build good governance among people with different powers, and the answer given in the Liangzhou chapter is to replace the high-ranking and powerful people. I believe that the soil of the system remains unchanged, and it is useless to change a group. Only power can confront power. Mortals need to develop what belongs to mortals, which can restrict the power of practitioners.

I feel like the author wrote this book because he wanted the protagonist to want to be a saint, but he kept explaining that he didn't want to be a saint. It was a bit tiring to read. If it weren't for the author's writing style, the fighting plot and the story were pretty good. I couldn't stand it and couldn't find any resonance.