"The last time something came in, it seemed to be a fish demon?" The little mouse tried to remember, "I found this thing wrapped around her body, like a magic weapon, so I tore off a piece of it."
"Feng Huanyi?" Li Chuan asked.
The little mouse said: "I don't know her name." He hated iron and said, "Li Chuan, why do you always go to dangerous places and get into trouble with difficult characters?"
Li Chuan argued unconvinced: "I don't know either. How do I know that Xuantai's spiritual light is so dangerous? It's just a conference for new monks from various sects to exchange and compete, and there are many elders protecting it. What danger can there be?
"
As he spoke, he remembered his previous inference and said in a low voice: "The great catastrophe is coming, do you have any plans?"
The 30,000-year-old mouse looked at Li Chuan in confusion. After a while, he jumped up and his voice became shrill, "Do you want to take the initiative to accept the disaster?"
"Then do you have any methods to avoid disaster?" Li Chuan humbly asked for advice.
He has always felt that the great catastrophe is far away from him. If the sky falls, it will be blocked by immortals, monks, emperors and high officials. It will not be his turn as a small outsider to worry about it.
But things are not going right now. There are White Walkers in the abyss of the heart, and there is also a very ferocious White Walker leader who has been working tirelessly for tens of thousands of years just to live in the world.
And he may be the only person currently who can distinguish ghosts and turn them into humans again.
Shouldn't this be wanted to death by the White Walkers?
The little mouse gave the method and said: "Wouldn't it be better if we find a secret ruin that is unknown to the public and wait until the catastrophe is over before we come out?"
"How long does it take for a catastrophe to end?" Li Chuan asked.
"It could take anywhere from a few decades to a century or a thousand years," the little mouse replied.
Li Chuan said: "Let's not talk about whether we can find such secret ruins. I can't hide in one place my whole life to replenish magic weapons."
If he doesn't hang out or talk to people, he will be suffocated to death.
"Why not?" The little mouse didn't understand.
"You have been hiding in Tiansu's purification bottle for thirty thousand years, right?" Li Chuan asked him.
"Listen, I have listened for thirty thousand years." The little mouse corrected Li Chuan.
"I remember you also said that the illusion comes out of the world and disappears, and the three thousand worlds return to the abyss of the heart." Li Chuan repeated what the little mouse said, "The world you live in may have dissipated in the catastrophe. Do it now
The emperor's is the fragrance of plain dust, not
It's Su Han. King Black Horn is also dead. This catastrophe may come early. In the last life, you were under the Tiansu throne and you didn't escape it. In the next life, you will be tied to me, a mortal.
Do you think you can escape by hiding from the world?"
He seemed to be persuading the little mouse, and also seemed to be persuading himself.
After waking up this time, the floating feeling dissipated a lot. Instead, there was a real sense of urgency.
First, you have to squeeze out everything the little mouse knows.
After Li Chuan saw the change in the little mouse's eyes, he said: "You want to live until the end of the catastrophe, and I also want to live a good life. So stop hiding it, and stop thinking about escaping from the world. We are all in the same boat."
We need to think carefully about how to survive this catastrophe."
The little mouse was moved, "What do you think we should do?"
"Tell me first, what happened in your last life, at this time, and before and after the Great Tribulation." Li Chuan asked.
The little mouse turned his head as if he was thinking. After a while, he began to roll around on the desk. Finally, he held his head with his two paws and said painfully: "Li Chuan, what you said makes sense, but I really
I can’t remember what happened…”
"What did you call Black Horned Emperor before?" Li Chuan asked.
"After he accepted many demon cultivators as his subordinates, he proclaimed himself the Demon Emperor and fought against the Jiang Dynasty." The little mouse answered.
"What does "First Book" mean?"
"The Classic of Patterns is the first book born between heaven and earth after the creation of the world. It records the origin of all things and the scene at the time of the creation of the world."
"In addition to copying magic weapons, do you have other abilities?"
"there is none left."
"Before... the White Walker you fought with in my sea of consciousness, who has higher cultivation level than her?" Li Chuan continued to ask.
"She." The little mouse was honest.
"Didn't you fight back and forth? You also said that as long as you guard the sea of consciousness, no one can get in."
"I am imprisoned in your sea of consciousness, so I can steal some of the power that imprisons me, so I can..." As he spoke, the little mouse lowered his voice and glanced at Li Chuan from time to time.
"Don't you have 30,000 years of cultivation? You have slept under the Tiansu Seat for 30,000 years. What about before that? Where did you practice before?" Li Chuan's voice was deafening.
The little mouse covered his ears, "We, the Heavenly Rat clan, are naturally good at hiding and escaping, so the way we practice is to hide and escape..."
Li Chuan sighed.
The first time a squeaking sound came to his mind was after refilling the pot.
It is probably related to the "Wen Jing".
Li Chuan asked the little mouse some more questions and found that his memory was very confusing. Only questions with clear keywords could he answer clearly.
Seeing that his expression was getting sleepier and sleepier, Li Chuan let him go to sleep.
It's somewhat rewarding. Since he is willing to cooperate, just ask if anything happens in the future.
Thinking about it, Li Chuan stood up, stretched his shoulders, and walked to the backyard. As soon as he opened the door, he met Pang San's eyes. He was obviously sober.
So Li Chuan said: "Third brother, go get some water so that I can burn the minced meat and bones and eat them together tonight."
The third person nodded and went to fetch water. When he came back later, the second male and the fourth dog also woke up one after another.
Li Chuan lit the fire while chatting with them. After stewing the bones, he let them look at the pot and went to the field to pick some vegetables. Old man Lin saw him and came over to say a few words, and then Li Chuan went to him
I picked some loofahs from my yard and brought them back.
The day passed like this.
After two or three days of this, Li Chuan felt much better and could walk more, so he resumed fishing activities.
That day, when he was returning home with a basket of fish and shrimps, he saw a person standing in front of his house. When he took a closer look, it was Tong Luo.
Li Chuan happily walked a few steps forward and said, "Brother Tong, you are finally back!"
He looked at Tong Luo and found that his face was more weathered and his figure was stronger.
Tong Luo was also very happy to see Li Chuan and said, "I heard you were back, so I came over to take a look."
Li Chuan said: "Go in and talk quickly. I just caught a lot of fish today. I will make fish soup later."
He put the fish basket in the kitchen, and then talked to Tong Luo in the house. He asked, "Where do you live now?"
Tong Luo said: "I am temporarily living in an empty thatched house outside the village." He saw Li Chuan's expression and explained: "When I came back, many people invited me to stay in their homes. At that time I
I was still injured, so I stayed at Granny Liu's house. Later, the injury healed, and Er Niang agreed to our matter, so I wanted to rent a house? It was just a promising house, and there were still people living in it for the time being.
I won’t move until a few months later. And I often hunt outside, so I’ll make do with it there for now.”