Wu Ma looked at Chun Sanniang but didn't answer.

"Senior sister," Qingxia stood in front of Wu Ma, "Who is Brother Yousheng...?" "Get out of the way," Chun Sansanniang's hand firmly grasped Wu Ma's collar, "I want to listen to him.

."

After such a commotion for so long, Wu Ma calmed down long ago and looked at each other with calm eyes,

"Liu Yousheng is dead."

…

After Chun Sanniang left with tears streaming down her face, Qingxia forced the dancing horse to walk for a while.

She was indeed a smart and clever girl. Although Wu Ma could tell that she was full of curiosity, she did not mention anything about Liu Yousheng until the last parting at the door of Wu Ma's house.

Not even a curious look came his way.

"Dancer-kun,"

Standing at the door of the dancing horse room, Qingxia looked at him with sly eyes, "I thought about it, to avoid your suspicion that I am deliberately titillating. I think I'd better tell all my speculations about the dark room.

That’s good.”

The dancing horse looked at her in surprise, as if he was looking at a roundworm in his belly.

"Ha, the look in your eyes says that my idea makes sense." Qingxia smiled, circling her black hair again, "The dark room I just talked about has more than just stickers.

Papers on the four walls.

The most mysterious thing is that there is a huge coil standing in the center of the room. Hundreds of threads protrude from the coil and are stuck to the paper on the wall one by one.

Well, the whole room is full of densely packed thin wires, one here and the other. The coils are still spinning, stretching the stretched out thin wires longer and longer. The strange thing is that the thin wires are pulling.

Pulled, but did not pull the paper off the wall.

The god with good eyesight I mentioned earlier was hiding in the corner of the room with a sad look, holding a small machine in his hand, watching the threads turning. Suddenly, a piece of paper appeared on the wall.

After a moment of movement, he pressed the mechanism in his hand, and the thread attached to the paper moved.

With just a slight tug, the paper was torn off and pulled into the black hole inside the coil. This means that the awakened disciple corresponding to this piece of paper was pulled into the world of divine will.

After a while, the paper came out of the black hole of the coil. If it was intact, it meant that the awakened disciple successfully passed God's will and survived.

As a reward, the gods will press the button and press a hand stamp on the paper. This means that the gods are very compassionate and give the awakened disciple a new awakening technique. Of course, the more dangerous the world inside the black hole is, the more awakening the reward will be.

The skill will become more powerful."

Wu Ma's appetite was whetted by her, and he followed her train of thought and asked, "What if the paper didn't come out of the black hole." After saying that, he thought of his previous precautions and suddenly felt a little ironic.

"Then he's dead."

"oh."

"Or maybe the awakened disciple got into God's will and never came out,"

Qingxia turned around and looked at the night sky,

"She has become a person in that world and will live in that world forever... which is quite good. Soon, new papers will float in from outside the door and stick to the wall. Little does anyone know that he is occupying the wall.

The position was actually vacated by the predecessors. Isn't it wonderful? It goes around and around, endlessly, until the gods finally get tired of this game."

Afterwards, the dancing horse invited Qingxia in.

Qingxia told Wu Ma some interesting and bizarre speculations about the Awakening Tower. For example, the fairy divided the paper on the wall into several parts, and then used different colors to distinguish different Awakening Towers.

The Tengger Pagoda can be gray, representing the color of the wolf; the Datang Pagoda can be red, which is vivid enough.

The team spirit between different awakening towers is like the gods deliberately controlling a dozen strings and papers to fight with each other. In the end, whichever side of the paper gets into the black hole first will win.

"So, Mr. Wulang, although you are very powerful, don't be too proud. Because no matter how strong you are, at most you are just a piece of paper on the wall."

After Qingxia left with a smile, Wu Ma lay on the bed, but became increasingly unable to sleep.

This is a very abnormal situation. You must know that although he completely said goodbye to the need for sleep in the world of Sui and Tang Dynasties, in the world of divine decree, he can always sleep well.

He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, and his mind was filled with what Qingxia said and her speculations about the Awakening Tower before leaving.

What a terrible guess.

All people have become pawns in the game played by the gods, watched with a pair of teasing and gloomy eyes. Their fate has long been determined, and they are all heading into the dark hole of the coil. In this way, his research on awakening techniques and the influence of this world have

Exploration has become ridiculous, childish, and futile.

Why not treat this conjecture as nonsense?

But Qingxia's explanations and descriptions are so clear and true, and every detail is like seeing it in person, which is impossible to achieve by just relying on random thoughts.

The more Wu Ma thought about it, the lower his mood became. He lay on the bed and was too lazy to move.

Suddenly, it occurred to him that he could no longer sink in like this. All those who fall into panic because of things that have never happened are pathetic and cowards. But dancing horses will never be cowards.

As soon as he discarded Qingxia's suspicion, Qingxia's beautiful face appeared in his mind again. He shook his head instinctively and waved his hand in front of his eyes, trying to disperse her shadow, but it was obviously in vain.

He simply recalled the scene of interacting with Qingxia after going north to the grassland. Her every word, every smile, every move was all clear and real, and the image of this woman in his mind became more and more clear.

Clear and three-dimensional.

If I had to use one word to describe Qingxia, Wu Ma would like to use the word mysterious. Yes, Qingxia actually exudes a kind of magic that makes people want to search, explore and dig out all the time.

Even though she seemed to be honest enough with Wu Ma, as if she knew everything she knew, Wu Ma still couldn't help but want to know her past when he thought of her face and figure.

If Wu Ma hadn't been on the opposite side of Qingxia from the beginning, and been forced to tie her to a dangerous canoe from the beginning, I'm afraid she would have been persuaded by her and fallen into a bottomless black hole.

, and there was no turning back.

But having said that, if it weren't for the bizarre and evil fate in the Juncheng Mansion, Qingxia wouldn't be pestering her like she is now. Maybe it was fate.

Then, he remembered what Qingxia had hidden from him, why she pretended to be indifferent to Tian Deping's death. Qingxia has not given an answer so far, and this question is the hidden danger that keeps Wu Ma stuck in her throat.

ah.

He couldn't understand. Wu Ma quickly put all this behind him, not even a thread remained in his mind.

So, faster, he fell asleep. He had three dreams in succession. In the first dream, there were huge rocks and squares in the middle of the night, and a group of black little demons with dark eye sockets, messy hair, and sloppy clothes.

The Bull Demon King cast a huge shadow on the square and said happily: "After five hundred years, I finally found the trace of Tang Sanzang!"

In the second dream, at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, at the entrance of a bandit's den, a bald monk in white clothes holding a floating dust in his hand said to himself: "Oh no, those two guys got there first. I, Mr. Bodhi,

Zu must find a way to inform these innocent people."

In the third dream, he returned to the Water Curtain Cave and had an inexplicable conversation with that inexplicable voice. The voice said: "A person always wants to go home after being away from home for a long time."

When he woke up, Wu Ma could no longer think clearly about the details of the three dreams.

It’s just that the third dream left a particularly deep impression on me, as if the radio loudspeaker from my college days was shouting at me. The voice came across thousands of light years. When I arrived, there were only two words left: "Go home."

The sound wandered back and forth in the Shuilian Cave for a long time, and finally dissipated when I woke up from the dream.

During the day, Wu Ma led a group of bandits to interrogate the travelers one by one. Robbery was just a matter of course. The most important thing was to check whether there were three moles on the soles of the feet.

The strange thing is that after several days of continuous interrogation, nothing was found and there was no incident at all. In the original movie, after the gangsters interrogated an old man with no legs, Patriarch Bodhi appeared quickly.

In the first two days, Wu Ma led his team to conduct a thorough investigation, but in the next few days, due to Qingxia's interruption, he had to leave the team and act alone.

Qingxia insisted on taking the dancing horse to enjoy the scenery of the desert.

Now that she was blessed with magical powers, it was hard to resist the horse dance, so I had no choice but to hold her hand and tour the nearby scenery several times.

This experience once again confirmed that Qingxia is a talkative girl full of whimsical fantasy.

There were two things in particular that made Wu Ma's impression of her even more profound.

The first one was that Qingxia said a lot to a plant covered in thorns that grew out of thin air in the desert.

She asked Dancing Horse: "What is the name of this plant?"

"cactus."

Probably so, but are there cacti these days? It's a bit strange, but since this is the world of a movie and the movie was shot in the 20th century, everything is normal.

"cactus,"

Qingxia looked at the cactus, "She looks so strange. Why are there thorns all over her body? I understand, she is a cactus with a story."

So, Qingxia made up a miserable life experience for this cactus. How did Aye become the king of the cactus world, but her mother was of a low-blooded race? Therefore, the little cactus born from these two cactus is of course the first among the cactus.

Bastard, very mean and disgusting.

Her Aye couldn't stand her, and her mother died in an accident, so she was persecuted and had no choice but to escape. She was alone and helpless, but she refused to accept her fate and fend for herself, surviving the wind and sun.

, and finally grew thorns all over his body to protect himself.

"Wu Langjun, don't look at her body covered with thorns," Qingxia said, "but the flesh under the thorns is very smooth. If you don't believe it, we can..."

As she spoke, she stretched out her fingers towards the cactus, carefully avoiding the thorns on it. Her fingertips touched the flesh of the cactus, and she lightly picked at it, as if it was scratching an itch.

"Look, it's really slippery," Qingxia said with a smile, "Do you think this cactus looks like a person?"

Wu Ma thought Qingxia was going to say: The cactus is very similar to herself.

But what Qingxia said was: "It looks a lot like you, Mr. Wu Lang. You have thorns all over your body, but you are very slippery on the inside..."

Wu Ma dismissed this. Qingxia added: "Of course, the thing that looks most like you is that if you don't touch it intentionally, no matter how sharp or ferocious its thorns are, they won't hurt you."

Wu Ma was stunned for a moment and looked at Qingxia.

"So, I am absolutely sure that as long as I remain kind to you from beginning to end," Qingxia gently touched the top thorn of the cactus, "I will not be pricked and bleed."

…

The second thing happened, one day near dusk, two people found a yellow-skinned lizard on the desert beach.

Qingxia didn't know what kind of interest she got, but she insisted on running after the lizard. She chased the lizard to the hole where it was hiding. Then she stepped on the lizard's tail and watched the lizard break.

He picked up his tail and fled into the hole.

"What's the matter with you?" Wu Ma asked.

Qingxia didn't answer him at all. Instead, she looked at the setting sun in the distance, "About when I was eight years old, Aye took me hunting near the Hunyi River."

She pointed at the sunset,
To be continued...