Zhao Changhe frowned and looked thoughtfully at the changes in flesh and blood of the corpse in front of him.
If the exploration of the universe and starry sky is the key point in the later stage of my practice, then life and flesh has always been the key point in my early stage of practice.
It’s not that the Ye family sisters collectively represent their own practice. The magical power of creation alone cannot be summarized in such a general way. It also involves the multi-faceted laws included in the entire heavenly book, which can correspond to any practice of the world. But it is like the original
The basic skills that Professor Sun laid for himself are the same. No matter how many changes are included, the foundation is still there.
Having the relevant foundation will naturally make it easier to find the key.
It also doesn't mean that Zhao Changhe will take the path of creation... This is just a reference given by Ye Jiuyou. I have never seen the specific expressive power of the other side before. Now that the door has been opened, it is starting to become clear.
As for your own path, you still need to continue to seek it.
Maybe I really need to consult Ye Wuming again for comprehensive reference... But this is a bit embarrassing. Now that I have made it clear that I want to marry you, how can I be so shy and ask someone to teach me something?
Headache.
Seeing him thinking deeply, Ye Jiuyou smiled and pinched his face: "The little man is already great, haste makes waste, don't be hasty."
Zhao Changhe came back to his senses and said with a smile: "What, now you dote on me in turn?"
Ye Jiuyou said: "Do you know how ridiculous it was that you were just a child back then, and yet you pretended to be mature and said you wanted to pamper me and take care of me?"
Zhao Changhe hummed and said: "Why am I young? Do you want to touch me?"
Ye Jiuyou smiled: "Don't you think you've aged a lot after waking up this time? Even if it's just for you when you wake up."
Zhao Changhe was stunned and nodded silently.
The impact of the vicissitudes of life on people is far greater than before...especially after experiencing the birth of offspring and the death of relatives and friends, people become "old".
Ye Jiuyou has been through so much... Now that she thinks about it, her strategy for her back then may have been like a child in her eyes.
"But that's all I want." Ye Jiuyou raised his head and pecked him on the face: "Nothing else matters... Even though I'm just a child, I'm still trying to say that I feel sorry for me and that I want to take care of him.
Me, let me no longer be alone...this is the most important thing."
Zhao Changhe scratched his head and felt a little ashamed: "It seems...I didn't do much, after all, I slept for thirty years."
Ye Jiuyou smiled and said: "They all complain about these thirty years, but I don't feel it. To me, thirty years is just a snap of the fingers. And you are hidden by me. I can look at you whenever I want, but it's not like them."
greedy."
Zhao Changhe tilted his head: "Why do you feel so gentle now?"
"Gentle?" Ye Jiuyou also tilted his head and thought: "It's just that I have stepped out of the label and out of jail. My mentality is much calmer... After all, someone is in pain, right? I can't even face Ye Wuming in my early years.
That kind of anger, let alone being alone with you."
Zhao Changhe laughed and hugged her without saying anything.
Ye Jiuyou, however, raised his face: "Don't you think you prefer me who was fierce and cold like me before, and it would be more enjoyable to conquer me? Just like Ye Wuming now."
"Where did you go..." Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't you know that turning someone who is fierce and cold into a gentle big sister is the most fulfilling thing? Just like you now."
"Does Ye Wuming still owe this kind of fate?"
"...Why do you all like to turn into Ye Wuming?"
"Both? Isn't it natural for me to transfer to her?" Ye Jiuyou said lightly: "Actually, there is a best solution to the problem, but no one wants to mention it, and would rather take a detour, right?"
Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment and whispered: "There is no best plan. If I don't want to, then it is the worst plan."
Ye Jiuyou laughed: "Okay, okay, my husband."
Zhao Changhe asked: "Has Wanzhuang Sisi and the others begun to trace their origins now?"
"Not yet. The witchcraft prepared by Miao Jiang is a bit complicated."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Madam, will you accompany me to meet my old friend? You should know where he is buried."
Ye Jiuyou was stunned for a moment, then knew what he meant and reached out to hold his hand.
Soon it moved and flashed, reaching the top of Cangshan Mountain.
When the secret realm of the Spirit Tribe "stood up", all the mountains and rivers and geography inside it disappeared. The secret realm was gone, and the temple was naturally gone. Now the Spirit Tribe Temple has been re-established on Cangshan Mountain in Dali.
Lie slashed the land of the Ling clan in the Miao territory, and returned to the same place in life and death. The land of the Ling clan was collected by Ye Jiuyou as research material. Lie's soul was gone and he had no body. However, the Blood Divine Sword and the broken array disk were still there, and the people of the Ling clan could not
Maybe if they were allowed to be used by some demonic cultists, under Sisi's care, they would be buried alive and enshrined in the temple as a tomb.
The land of the Spiritual Tribe is resurrected, the poisonous insects are backlashing, and flesh and blood are decaying. The Spirit Tribe is the first to bear the brunt of all kinds of tricks. If Zhao Changhe and others had not planned to stop it, the Spirit Tribe would have been wiped out.
Among them, all the gods and Buddhas were scattered.
If the Ling people no longer recognize the land that is trying to kill them as their ancestor god, then the ancestor they should worship should be Lie.
Because Lie is a human being derived from the land of the Spirit Tribe...a pure Spirit Tribe person. Although he was just a slave back then.
"Back then, the battle was in such a rush that I didn't even have the chance to properly pay homage to our seniors." Zhao Changhe sat cross-legged in the temple, facing the spiritual tablets, and spilled wine on the ground: "When I woke up this time, I faced the death of many old friends, and I didn't even
I went to worship specially, but deep down I don’t want to face it. But I have to come here, senior.”
"The person who has the greatest influence on me is not Ye Wuming, but my seniors. Whether it is the spirit of my seniors or my martial arts and sword skills, they have helped me overcome the storms in the world and reach where I am today."
"I sometimes think...Senior thought that that battle was the end, and we all ended up together. If Senior knew that I had ruined that battle, would Senior have blamed me for being meddlesome, making Senior's sacrifice seem so worthless?
It seems a bit worthless to go up there..."
"Thinking about it later, seniors shouldn't blame me...because this is the Spiritual Clan, and there are clansmen behind you. Your return is not just to cooperate with Ye Wuming's battle, but also because this is the Spiritual Clan. Just like back then, you
You were carving an array in the midst of thunder and fire, with the clansmen chasing you behind you, but you didn't leave, you were still sitting cross-legged outside the Spirit clan."
"I didn't understand this detail until a long time later."
"Senior's skills are violent, and people are also demons and killers, but these inner wills are the foundation that supports seniors to practice the third level of Yujing in a mortal body."
"Originally, maybe I would have become the second you... But I was luckier than my predecessors. I met them... starting from Hong Ling and ending with Jiuyou. So I don't need to be painfully entangled in the devil's will and evil spirit, and I can leave.
Make your own way and stride forward.”
"The shapes are different, but the spirits are the same. Seniors, rest assured that your fire will continue to be passed down in the world. Gods and Buddhas can disperse people's hearts forever."
After speaking, the wine was gone.
The Blood God Sword enshrined in front of the spiritual tablet buzzed, as if in response.
Zhao Changhe also felt his balls twitching, and he gained some understanding of the life and death he was thinking about before.
To use Zhao Cuo's well-known saying, some people are dead, but he is still alive.
What is life and death... in this world with gods, it can be said that it is not clear.
Zhao Changhe took out the blood-drinking stone he got from another world and placed it in front of the spirit: "Since the Blood Magic Sword is here and Master Xue didn't take it back, let's put this material here too. I poured some into it.
The test, in the future, whether it is the blood god sect or the spirit tribe, if anyone passes the test, he will be a descendant of the blood god lineage."
The response from the elders guarding the palace came from behind: "Yes."
Zhao Changhe turned around and saw two middle-aged aunts who still had charm: "Do you recognize me?"
The aunt sighed: "We were the Saint's personal guards back then, and we gave you insect cakes. Otherwise, do you think we could let people nag at the temple for so long?"
"It turns out it's you young men."
"..."
Zhao Changhe asked: "Where is Sisi now?"
"Here it is." Following the words, Sisi strolled in from outside the palace.
So between the two aunts in their mid-teens stood the little queen who was as charming as ever, and her strong visual impact was just like that of Gusu.
Sisi walked to the hall with a calm demeanor, solemnly saluted the spiritual tablet, and said lightly: "The test mentioned by the Holy Envoy just now, please go down and pass it on to the whole clan."
The elders saluted again: "Yes."
Sisi stood up, looked at the spiritual tablet above, and whispered: "In the past, we worshiped the ancestor gods. We worshiped them for so many years but didn't know who we were worshiping. It seemed to be just an illusory image. Now it has an entity, and we know who we are.
What are you worshiping?"
Zhao Changhe said "hmm".
Next to you, Ye Jiuyou was muttering: "Actually, you can worship me, I will protect you."
The big man was actually worshiping Piaomiao, among which the Chinese priest was worshiping Ye Wuming, and Ye Jiuyou was a little jealous even thinking about it.
Sisi glanced at her and said with a smile: "Sisi and sister are not familiar with each other... Next time we say goodbye in bed, maybe we can do it in the future."
Ye Jiuyou bulged his eyes.
She was indeed not familiar with Sisi, and she didn’t expect that Zhao Changhe still had this model in his harem. Didn’t you just worship and give orders calmly, why did you just turn around and do this?
Zhao Changhe was very accustomed to Sisi's virtue: "Let's go, don't talk nonsense in front of Senior Lie, let's go to the place where the witchcraft is arranged this time?"
"Okay." Sisi took Zhao Changhe's hand and strolled out of the palace.
Ye Jiuyou followed and looked at Sisi up and down, as if he had seen a treasure.
What is debauchery as opposed to order... You shouldn't be Lie's inheritance, you should be my inheritance.
After leaving the temple and arriving at the foot of the mountain, Sisi sat in the pavilion at the foot of the mountain. On the left and right, attendants served drinks.
The long-lost flower cake, the long-lost roasted bugs, the long-lost flower brew.
The mountains were filled with flowers and the gurgling water, against the sound of Sisi pouring wine, suddenly seemed very peaceful.
After Sisi poured the wine, she raised her head and smiled sweetly: "Why don't you speak anymore? Do you feel that you are most sorry for me, and you don't know how to say it with thousands of words?"
Zhao Changhe lowered his head and said "hmm".
Originally, we were limited to high mountains and long rivers, so meeting Sisi was the least. The last time we met was on the battlefield, and after the fight, we fell into deep sleep.
Thinking about the last battlefield, the little demon girl cleverly triggered the "Thinking of the same mind" and cracked the "Thinking of the same mind"... Zhao Changhe sometimes thought that if she didn't use tricks and everyone really tried the "Thinking of the same mind",
Maybe it really can't be done.
"Actually, you don't owe me anything... You have saved my spiritual clan from fire and water several times, and helped me become the king of Miao territory. I can't give you anything..." Sisi blinked: "I can only compensate you for missing you, forget it.
Doesn’t it count?”
Zhao Changhe could only say: "Forget it."
"So my name is not chosen well." Sisi smiled and said, "But now, the distance is no longer a problem for you, and time will no longer be a problem for you in the future. The many obstacles in the world of crazy men and women, for you
If we no longer exist, does it count as the end of all suffering?"
Zhao Changhe's somewhat depressed mood was slowly dispelled: "Forget it."
"Then don't put on that silent face." Sisi quickly left her seat and sat on Zhao Changhe's lap. She raised her glass to his lips and said, "Feed me."
Ye Jiuyou: "?"
Isn't this what you are feeding him? How do you call it "feed me"?
But Zhao Changhe took a sip of wine, lowered his head and kissed Sisi on the lips, and passed the wine.
Ye Jiuyou: "..."
Sure enough, "Feed me", I learned it.
No, you are doing this in front of me? You are still a king.
After finishing the drink, Sisi's face turned a little bright red, as bright as peach plums: "I was supposed to take you back to the city to have a rest, but now Wanzhuang Hongling and the others are here, so I'll just covet you for a while, okay?"
Ye Jiuyou knocked on his head, these words were simply a way to drive people away.
Forget it, it sounds really not easy. Ye Jiuyou stopped making a lantern and stood up and said, "I'll go find them."
After saying that, she ran away immediately, fearing that Sisi's resentment would overflow into a river if she continued to look at it.
Sisi huddled in the crook of his shoulder, peeked at the direction Ye Jiuyou left, and whispered: "This sister Jiuyou is more considerate than I thought. Is she really the devil Jiuyou?"
"Maybe it doesn't matter now...she is already a human being."
"So humans want to become demons, but demons want to be human?"
"What you want is different."
Sisi nodded: "Anyway, I don't care whether I am a demon god or not, I want to have the power of a demon god. Just so that there will no longer be mountains high and rivers far away, and it will no longer be like three autumns."
Zhao Changhe kissed her slightly hot cheek gently and did not reply.
Sisi said softly: "Actually, in addition to Senior Lie's tomb located in the temple, there is another tomb on the other side of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. Guess who it is?"
Zhao Changhe's heart moved slightly: "Sword Emperor."
Sisi smiled brightly: "I knew you could guess it. I set up a tomb for him, but I didn't tell others about it, for fear that they would be unhappy. But for us, that is our fate."
Zhao Changhe felt that the Sword Emperor had set up a tomb of suspicion not only to hide his whereabouts, but also to deceive others. Once he trespassed into the Sword Emperor's tomb, he would probably die miserably. In the end, he was the one Zhao Changhe and Sisi Tang met.
When it comes to evening makeup, each one is more clear-headed than the other, and a big thunder can never be detonated, becoming a squib.
No matter what the Sword Emperor planned, he must admit that it was the most entangled fate between himself and Sisi.
For Tiandao Anzi, whom everyone hates, only Sisi would set up a tomb just to express her unique thoughts.
Thinking of this, Zhao Changhe hugged Sisi directly: "Then let's go and worship Yi Er, not for anything else, just because he keeps you and me entangled."
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PS: The transition chapter is a bit short, so I’ll make do with it.