The world of dreams.

At the entrance of the Taoist temple, the old Taoist crossed his legs and looked at the storybook leisurely, while the Confucian scholars used to cut wood and built their own wooden house next to the Taoist temple.

Sudden.

The two seemed to have noticed something, their expressions froze, and their faces became solemn in an instant, and they looked outwards.

"Did you feel it?"

The old Taoist whispered, "That thing seems... has appeared?"

"Is it an illusion?"

The Confucian scholar frowned and pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "After all, our true body has long disappeared, and it is really difficult to rely on the remaining power..."

As he talked.

I can't continue talking.

"what to do?"

Sighing, he said slowly: "Now, have you ruined that thing?"

"How to take action?"

The old Taoist said angrily: "It's just a ray of qi. How many billions of sentient beings outside are? How can we accurately lock the position of this thing? You and I have already died, and only such a little power is left. Even if we can barely find it, we are confident that we can destroy it?"

"Besides."

"Before he left, he also said that if this thing can destroy one, another, or even ten, will appear, and they will be killed incessantly!"

The Confucian scholar was silent.

He also knew that what the old Taoist said was the truth.

"You are familiar with him, but do you know how this thing comes from?"

The old Taoist didn't say anything.

A trace of solemnity flashed in my eyes.

"then."

After a while, he slowly spoke: "After killing those chosen, he had speculated."

"What?"

"These things, probably... are manifestations of His residual will."

"What!"

The Confucian scholar's pupils shrank suddenly!

“No wonder.”

He smiled bitterly and said, "If it had something to do with Him, you and I would not have been wronged."

The old Taoist fell silent again.

"What's wrong?"

After being a neighbor for many years, the Confucian scholar could clearly see that the other party had something to say.

"previously."

The old Taoist sighed, feeling a little excited, "He said that He can actually wake up, but he just doesn't want to wake up. I still think he is joking, but now it seems... it may not be."

"What should I do?"

The voice of the Confucian scholar was a little bitter.

"What to do!"

The old Taoist shook his head, "We have both fallen for so long, why are we still doing this leisurely? If you write your book, I will guard my grave! The sky falls, and there is a tall man holding on!"

"he?"

"Otherwise, who else can there be?"

"He can't stand it?"

“No big problem.”

The old Taoist thought about it and said with confidence: "He can't stand it, his son will!"

"That's called Gu Han?"

"nonsense!"

“There’s something to say.”

The Confucian scholar sighed: "This person is really not a thing. He even planned to do something about his own son. In fact, when he was not enlightened, I could see that this person had a thick face and was tired, had no means, and was sinister and despicable..."

The old Taoist didn't speak either.

I got a pen from somewhere and wrote and painted on the cover of the book.

"What are you doing?"

The Confucian scholars were a little curious.

"It's nothing, either."

The old Taoist said slowly: "Tell me what you said, and let him see it when you have the chance to meet you later."

"but!"

The Confucian scholar's face froze, changed his tone, and said seriously: "This kind of mind, courage, mind, and vision... is so much better than me! Although I don't agree, I personally admire it..."

The old Taoist stopped writing immediately.

"I'm lying to you, so what are you doing?"

A face full of calmness.

"you!"

The Confucian scholar's face turned red, "You shouldn't bully an honest man!"

"It's okay to be honest or not."

The old Taoist bent his waist and walked into the Taoist temple, and said quietly: "You always say you hate him, but you left this reluctance and survived. Isn't it just to help him at critical moments?"

In place.

The Confucian scholar remained silent for a long time.

"It's really not a thing!"

After a long time.

He smiled softly, walked to the back of the Taoist temple, kicked the old Taoist's new grave and knocked down.

"It's really not a thing!"

Inside the Taoist temple.

The old Taoist laughed and scolded, laughing desolately and scolded happily.

...

It is quiet and silent, vast and boundless.

A starship rowed quickly, and the fairy light on the starship was vague and gorgeous and charming.

Inside the cabin.

Luo Feng was still wearing a white dress, his eyes were filled with Taoism, and with his fingers, chess pieces slowly floated up, turning into a magnificent and magnificent star map. The star map was clearly black and white, but faintly connected, as if hiding endless mysteries and mystery.

Aside.

Luo Youran yawned boredly.

Time flies.

Forty years have passed.

From the excitement, hope at the beginning, to the disappointment and loneliness at the end, to the complete despair now, she no longer has any hope for being the King of Mountains.

He glanced at Luo Feng.

His eyes were filled with contempt and disdain for the dog.

The opposite of her.

Tianjizi was dazzled by the sight, with a shock on his face, and he was already addicted to it and could not extricate himself.

Further away.

The Immortal King Junyao looked at Luo Feng with complex and difficult to understand, and there was a hint of awe in the depths of his eyes.

He has the highest cultivation level.

He also witnessed Luo Feng's growth with his own eyes.
To be continued...