Chapter 62 The Soul of the First Show

Fenbao Cliff, Hongmeng Purple Qi, Creation Dao Cauldron, Little Pixiu... If these extraordinary existences are deliberately operated, I, Wang Tianqi, can definitely become an extraordinary person in more than five years.

However, in fact, in the past five years, I have no big difference from ordinary people. I have eaten, drunk, defecated, squeezed into the bus, and learned from the teacher’s lessons…

Because of personality? Or why? I have never thought seriously that everything goes with the flow and comes naturally.

"Crackling..."

The strong wind blew and rain blew hard on the umbrella above my head and rushed out of the yard. Soon, my whole body became wet again. The storm and rain were not blocked by an umbrella.

I could have been lucky enough to block the rain, but I still let the storm hit my body. The cold rain soaked my whole body and gradually wiped out my irritable and curious heart...

Suddenly, I asked myself secretly, it is necessary to know what happened in the past two hours now? The Taoists in Kunlun Taoist Temple, as well as evil monks, etc., are they dead or alive? What does it have to do with me, Wang Tianqi?

I didn’t choose to explain in detail whether I had to be so persistent?

"Oh……"

Before I could reach the entrance of the village, I laughed silently, covered in mist, disappeared without a trace, turned around, no longer thinking about what happened in the afternoon, and went home directly.

The restless heart is reduced to a new level, and in one thought, the mind is two different heavens.

There is nothing to do, and there is nothing to do, and there is nothing to do, and there is no heart. The heart without heart is the original heart. When you glance at it, you let go, and you will be stuck and swept away...

Hurry!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, three hundred and sixty-five divine thoughts with different shapes suddenly lit up, and different lights appeared, sweeping away the troubled distracting thoughts, making the space of the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly clear and clear.

At the same time, the Hongmeng purple aura hidden deep in the lower dantian suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, occupying the center of 365 divine consciousness thoughts, and 365 rays of light blessed it. This mysterious aura instantly transformed into a hazy figure.

This figure looks like another ‘me’.

The soul?

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In the evening, heavy rain stopped and the rainbow hung at the west end. Tourists in groups of three or three walked out of the villagers' homes and lamented that this trip was in vain because Kunlun Taoist Temple no longer received any tourists, and the gate was closed and no one was seen entering and leaving.

Through the words and conversations of the villagers, they seemed to have not noticed anything unusual happened, but just complained about the weather. The friend Fan Guoqing was gone and probably stayed in the Kunlun Taoist Temple.

However, Wang Keyun and Li Xuefeng came to me with some cooked food and beer at night to commemorate their childhood and complain about their future.

"Xuefeng, where are you promised our divine spring water?"

Zhao Wenwen and Wu Zhaodi, also young people, joined in after hearing the voice.

"Why!"

When Xue Feng heard Zhao Wenwen's words, he immediately frowned and replied: "Today there was a heavy rain. I saw the words coming from inside that the Divine Spring Water suddenly became turbid..."

I'm afraid it's not turbid!

Upon hearing this, I knew it very well that all the secret treasures under Kunlun Taoist Temple were probably gone. They were inspired by the Taoist priests and were swallowed by the Fenbao Cliff. This time, the Divine Spring Water was probably going to become ordinary water.

Apart from the vitality and spiritual energy that faintly floated over the Kunlun Taoist Temple, there was nothing surprising in my spiritual sense and the abdomen below.

"Wang Tianqi, did you grow up by eating the Divine Spring Water?"

"Are you also a Taoist priest? Who is your master?"

“…”

Several times, Zhao Wenwen and Wu Zhaodi wanted to ask me about my details, but I changed the subject a few words. Whenever they were curious about me, Xuefeng's expression was a little sad.

It seems that this kid really likes Zhao Wenwen.

It's strange that I'm young and restless at this age, and I'm most interested in women, especially beautiful women, but I don't have any inappropriate thoughts about the two girls Zhao Wenwen and Wu Zhaodi.

It's hard to be moved!

In my three years in high school, some of the beautiful girls in the school even wrote love letters to me, but they still didn't touch me.

When I was a child, I dreamed of finding a woman like Daji on the List of Gods, but now, I dreamed of finding a woman like Bai Suzhen in the legend of the White Snake Lady.

Zhao Wenwen is sexy and Wu Zhaodi is heroic and handsome. He is not a woman of Bai Suzhen type, so I don’t like it.

the next day.

Tourists left in groups of three, and Zhao Wenwen and Wu Zhaodi also left. Before leaving, they both left a contact information, giving me the opportunity to contact them after I got to the imperial capital. Soon, the contact information turned into gray and disappeared into my hands.

As tourists leave one after another, the busy Kunlun Village gradually regains the peace that I remember as childhood.

...

Things in the world are impermanent. Sometimes, the more I want to know something, the more I can’t know it. When I don’t think about it, I can’t stop it... I thought that what happened on the afternoon of June 15th could only be waited for Fenbaoya’s consciousness to wake up, or the little Pixiu’s injury to recover. Unexpectedly, a few days later, when I was bored at home reading a book, Uncle Fan and the wizard who looked like an old farmer appeared in front of me.

"Tianqi, you're at home!"

"This is a relative from a distance, a uncle on National Day."

As soon as Uncle Fan entered the door, his eyes looked deep, and he looked at me from head to toe, and then introduced the identity of the old wizard.

Distant relatives?

Oh…

I felt funny in my heart, and did not speak out, ignored the strange gazes of the two of them and invited them into the house.

"Tianqi, Uncle is prone to ask you, are you taking the path of practicing the Xuanmen Immortal Path, or..." Uncle Fan directly asked me directly: "The five evil immortals of the evil path fell a few days ago, and the eight elders of Xuanmen almost lost their cultivation. Are you doing it later?"

The five evil immortals were killed by the little Pixiu?

When I heard this information, my heart suddenly jumped and thought to myself that it was no wonder that it was as strong as a little Pixiu, which also damaged its vitality and had to return to the provincial capital to cultivate itself in its jade carving.

This guy is worthy of being a God of War.

Fan Guoqing's master and the seven Taoists almost lost their cultivation? This must be the result of Fenbaoya.

“…”

Upon hearing this, I didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"My friend is such a good method. If you don't show up, you will destroy the strength that the monks of good and evil have finally accumulated over the years." Before I could wait for my answer, the old wizard smiled and stared at me and said, "Aren't you afraid of leaks and becoming a public enemy in the cultivation world?"

Threat...or?

A sneer in my heart, I said calmly: "What can I teach me for the old man?"

"You are pregnant with my Wu Sect magic weapon, so you should be a disciple of the Wu Sect. Of course I will not sit idly by!"

"What if I were not a disciple of the Witch Sect?"

As my mind moved, an orange light emerged from me and condensed into shape in front of me. The Taoist Cauldron of Creation appeared directly in front of the two of them, "Are you talking about the witchcraft? Sorry, this is my natal magic weapon, not a witchcraft."

"Blood-coagulation Divine Cauldron."

"Witch Ding!"

Seeing this, Uncle Fan and the old wizard seemed to have not heard me, and their eyes were shiny.

“…”
Chapter completed!