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Rainy night.

A group of men in black with knives and without umbrellas ran wildly in a carriage with dark red embossed cloud patterns.

The man in black was full of true energy, his hair stood upside down, his feet were trampled on, his dragonfly slashed the water, his long sword in his left hand floated, and his fairy talisman Lielie in his right hand...

On the roof of the carriage, a girl stood in the opposite direction of her traveling direction. Her long black hair flew away in the wind. Raindrops fell on the edge of her green straw raincoat, automatically condensed into fine raindrops and slid down.

In her hand was a small oil-paper umbrella-shaped magic weapon, which was made of translucent window paper, light and flexible, with no patterns on it, only a small word "官".

But the patterns soon appeared - as the chasing man in black let out a shrill scream... pink peach blossoms bloomed on her beautiful oil paper umbrella.

Chen Changyan woke up in this carriage.

He opened his eyes and returned to the world where he was born and raised.

If he is in the wording of that world, his world should be called "Immortal and Shadow civilization". There are Buddhists, Taoism, Dharma, pure power... and others like him, those who practice dead ghosts, but they are not as imagined by the world. They move mountains and seas at any time and pick stars with their hands.

He looked at his watch again.

The diligent second hand shaking and struggling twice, causing the enchanting minute hand to clatter and start moving again.

A year ago, he got this magic weapon in a strange backpack of a traveler.

He called it "moon timepiece", but people in that world called it "watch".

Chen Changyan is not very understandable. She doesn’t enter the public office... Isn’t a top? A watch is a clothes worn on the hands?

It makes sense too.

But... water meter? electric meter? gas meter?

He chose to give up thinking.

During this year, every night, when the bell rings at twelve o'clock, he will be sent to that world on time - packed with his body and brain, but when the bell rings again at midnight and returns here, time will continue from the second he leaves, and it is continuous.

He was a teacher in that world.

He has gained a lot of memories from that world, but many memories are very obscure to him.

For example, at the beginning, he could not understand the calculator and computer... This was when he had already understood the word "machine".

Fortunately, his identity is a teacher. Moreover, when he first traveled through the past, it was a time in that world called "summer vacation", and he could quickly absorb the knowledge and culture.

Now, he has adapted to most languages, words, and habits, but he really can't stand some of the naming methods of that world.

Ants climb trees, Buddhas jump over the wall, wife cakes... The most overwhelming thing is also the beef pill!

But no matter how hard I can't bear it, I have to bear it.

Because it is an unimaginable beautiful world, prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality...

Any of these words, if you choose one, and put it in his world, will be incredible.

And that world has it all.

...

A faint pink petal floated in from outside the car window.

Chen Changyan held it up with his palm.

The petals condensed by rain and blood under the true qi quickly melted away when the heat in his palm was met.

He closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, and said to the outside, "Taozi, the roots and bones of these people are not good, you don't have to collect the corpse."

"Oh, why didn't the young master say it earlier?" Taozi complained, "I'm so careful when I kill..."

Isn't that because I still have a dialectical relationship between matter and consciousness in my mind... Of course, Chen Changyan would not explain and asked: "How is your crying soul umbrella refined?"

He asked, while taking advantage of the dim moonlight, accompanied by screams outside the window, he opened a book in the car and started reading.

The roads in the jungle were winding and a little rugged, and the sound of coming back from the roof of the car was intermittent: "70% or 80% of them. If we come to chase us every time, we will be such useless firewood that can't be beaten for a few times. I can't finish it for another hundred years!"

Peach turned his palms, and thousands of pink ghost heads surged out of the soul-crying umbrella, and rushed towards the group of men in black who were chasing them.

In the mist of black and pink, men in black let out the ultimate fear of the world, and were quickly torn into pieces by the cried ghosts.

There was still a little bone of consciousness, and black and red tears flowed from his eyes, and he tried his best to reach out in the direction of the carriage...

"That's my mother." Taozi shook off the pink peach blossoms on the crying soul umbrella, turned around and jumped back into the carriage 360 ​​degrees: "...Since Sun Simiao announced the pill recipe for the water of immortality to all living beings in the world... Now, what kind of cats and dogs really dare to stop the young master's carriage!"

Taozi was very angry.

The young master had just recovered from a serious illness, but he just went out to take a walk and have fun... As a result, in less than three days, nearly a hundred heads had been swam out.

The water of immortality cannot resurrect the dead, and it is no problem to have any illness or pain. It does not require any roots and bones, no blessings, or even practice. One drop can prolong life for ten years.

This was once the ultimate elixir recipe from the Medicine King Valley.

However, before his death, the Medicine King of this generation actually made the pill recipe public for some unknown purpose.

What shocked the world was that one of the medicines actually needed the blood of the most yang and yin.

I don’t know if other people have this kind of blood, but even ordinary people know that the sect leader and son of their Wanxiao Sect must be the blood of the most yang and yin, otherwise they will not be able to practice their mental methods.

Oh, unfortunately, their Wan Xiaozong was the one who had just been beaten to evil.

Because their sect cultivates ghosts.

The flesh, bones, skin, hair, soul, thoughts of dead people... can all be turned into treasures in their hands and use their remaining heat.

Chen Changyan closed the book and smiled: "The world is difficult, and immortality is not easy. If you don't eat people, people will eat you."

Taozi whined and said, "That's fine, we eat a lot of people. Otherwise, we will be wronged by others for nothing, and that's a thank you."

The coachman outside inserted a sentence: "Your umbrella, all you eat is dead."

Chen Changyan smiled and leaned on the cushion: "It's hard to get rid of people."

Taozi stopped talking angrily... Why do they use dead people to practice ghost realms? This is too unfair.

Ding, ding...

The midnight bell rings on the wide river.

The carriage came to the river and did not slow down.

The driver's wrist just shook slightly, and the neighing of the horse echoed the night sky, and the carriage rushed straight to a two-story building boat.

Rows of men and women wearing red clothes, holding torches, welcomed Chen Changyan.

A little girl with beautiful eyes rushed out of the cabin, reached out to fumble in the air for a while, and soon, she accurately placed her hand on Chen Changyan's right lower abdomen.

"Huh? The young master's injury... has recovered a lot." The little girl's voice was surprised, but her eyes were empty and she was a blind man.

"Well, Lingshu. The kind of medicine you brought me out before, plus thirty or forty millets...thirty or four bottles, it's almost done." Chen Changyan said.

"I am worthy of being the young master. The soul of the Sha Diao Diao has been cultivated to the point of perfection. Such serious injuries can be recovered to this less than a month." Ling Shu stroked it carefully again.

"..." Chen Changyan turned his head and said to a man serving next to him, "Go, change the name of this bird."

"Ah? But the young master refined it is a heavenly eye evil eagle... In the past hundred years, Wan Xiaozong has only one young master who can survive the soul of the heavenly eye evil eagle."

The disciples of Wan Xiaozong will absorb the soul of a bird of prey at the right time, refine it repeatedly, and finally refine it into their own natal soul.

The strength of the refined bird of prey has a great impact on their cultivation limit.

"Changed!" Chen Changyan repeated in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes." The man lowered his head and left.

Chen Changyan looked at another older and more mature man: "Fang Ji, have you found out the ambush that seriously injured me a month ago?"

Fang Ji bent down deeply: "I found out clearly."

Chen Changyan looked at him with a sharp look: "Who did it?"

Fang Ji replied: "Qinglantern Gate."

"Cultivate Buddha?" Chen Changyan had never heard of this sect.

"Cultivate Buddha." Fang Ji replied.

"Resist the ghost?" Chen Changyan asked.

"Resist the ghost." Fang Ji replied.
Chapter completed!