How quiet are the years?

It seems that everything has become Shi Yi's home field, watching his bland performance?

It's all just an illusion.

Shi Yi is a ticket.

It is a cover for Feng Lin to stand up.

When someone is confused by this disguise and follows into the game.

Feng Lin Wan is about to start the real action!

Cut off the current and cut off the source.

The world where Shi Yi was incarnated as a little Taoist priest suddenly began to experience a decline in aura.

No matter how powerful a monk is, as long as he does not reach the level of transcending the boundaries of the world, he will be conditioned by the environment.

When the dryness that sprung up from the depths of the whole world hit, all the cultivators became helpless.

At this time, Shi Yi was different.

Two worlds, two bodies, back and forth, he does not lack aura.

To the drying up world of cultivation, he was as attractive as Tang Seng.

And in the same way, in this case, Shi Yi is absolutely reluctant to enter this cultivation world that is about to enter 'death', and his gambling nature as a trader will make him fight for risks.

Of course, whether it is a world of cultivation, it will gradually fall into the end of the Dharma.

Or cultivating Shi Yi is not the real purpose of Feng Linwan.

His true purpose remains the same.

Everything else that is done is just a preparation for this purpose.

Hold your horses!

Hold your horses!

I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

The aura of a world fades, not all of a sudden, but reveals itself in the deepest depths, and then spreads to the world.

At this time... The whole world, perhaps only a handful of people who practiced the deepest, felt something and began to fall into worry.

Shi Yi didn't know that he was about to shoulder a heavy responsibility.

The little Taoist priest on Cangxia Mountain, as always, practiced, gradually stabilizing the heart that was originally impetuous because of the red dust.

The true recipe of the Doumen and the Wind and Thunder Escape Method passed down by Cangxia Guan, Shi Yi's practice is already very proficient, and it is also very unhappy to come in his spare time or call Qing Du and other familiar fellow disciples to play in the mountains and forests together.

The area where Cangxia Mountain is located is a huge empire in the center of the continent... Summer. Xia has been in power for more than 500 years, and now he has reached his twilight years.

Coupled with the killing machine of the sky, it affects the changes of Vientiane.

There are also faint kings who ignore the government, powerful ministers are in power, and corrupt officials are rampant, so don't look at this fairy mountain, it is still peaceful, but in fact, under the mountain, the people have long been bored.

As the saying goes, the country will die, and there will be demons. Humanity is declining, demons naturally dare to come out and run rampant, Xia Guo is in turmoil, although there are still many people with lofty ideals, who want to turn the chaos back to the right and revitalize the dynasty, but unfortunately it is a drop in the bucket after all.

Shi Yi knew all these from some of his peers, and he always had a very strong curiosity about this world, which was similar to ancient times, but was strong with a cultivation civilization.

As the early morning sun shone on the steps of the bamboo house, the spell puppet knocked on the door of Shi Yi's room.

Opening the bamboo door, the puppeteer walked in with a large bamboo box and a baggage.

"So early! what's the matter?" Shi Yi asked the puppet man as he washed his face with the water that had dripped from the beams of the roof last night and fell into the stone trough.

Puppeteers don't have to be mindless.

In addition to the enlightenment of true immortals, you can also inject the essence of some unjust ghosts and evil souls into it as the core, driven by cultivators.

But I heard the puppet say: "The master has explained, you go up the mountain to practice, and when the three-year period expires, you should go down the mountain to accumulate external strength and practice!"

Shi Yi put down the face towel in his hand, draped the cyan Taoist robe on his body, and then looked at the puppeteer, did not tie up the Taoist bun, let the long hair spread out and said, "Did the master say something else?"

The puppeteer patted the long bamboo box in his arms and said, "This is specially prepared for you by the master." ”

Shi Yi stepped forward and picked up the purple bamboo box, and then looked at it carefully, this box was made of pieces of small sword-like purple bamboo, each small sword was carved with some mysterious talismans, which looked both simple and mysterious.

"This is carved from the thousand-year-old purple bamboo treasured by the master, which can be divided into a total of 8,888 small bamboo swords, each of which is engraved with the wind and thunder sigils, if used together with the wind and thunder escape method, it will have more miraculous effects!" the puppet man explained on the side.

Shi Yi stroked the bamboo box in his hand, and then asked, "That's what Master said?"

"Oh! The master also said that when you go down the mountain to practice, you are cultivating the Tao and the heart. There is no time to visit, come back when you think you can go back to the mountain, but there is one thing to keep in mind. The puppeteer seemed to paraphrase it mechanically.

"What are you?" Shi Yi hurriedly asked.

"The master said to let you remember that good is good, evil is evil, people are people, and demons are demons. The puppet man said stiffly.

"Good is good, evil is evil, people are people, and demons are demons. Okay! I remember!" Shi Yi casually put the purple bamboo box on his back, then put the burden in the bamboo box and said to the puppeteer.

That being said, it may not be heard.

As an urbanite, I pay more attention to pragmatism.

To put it bluntly, there is no core belief that can give up life for it.

is more inclined to self-interest, and in terms of stance and benefit, he is very lax.

Shi Yi didn't have much affection for the master who was good to him, but was extremely old-fashioned.

Verbally agreed, he turned around and walked out of the bamboo house without the slightest hesitation, heading down the mountain.

He had long wanted to see more of the world with his own eyes.

As he became more familiar with and accustomed to the world, the original reality seemed to him to become illusory. Everything that happens in this world has become a reality.

Crossing the heavy mountain, Shi Yi came to the gatehouse of the main peak of Cangxia Mountain, pinched a seal, and said secretly.

"Visible!"

A portal appeared in front of Shi Yi.

Looking back at the purple green peak that had already been covered by clouds and mist, he stepped into the portal.

The white light flashed, and Shi Yi's figure disappeared in place.

After roughly discerning the direction, Shi Yi planned to go to the capital of the Xia Kingdom to take a look first, I heard that the city named the Holy Capital has a history of more than a thousand years, and it is the capital of three dynasties, and there must be a lot of places worth seeing.

With a goal, Shi Yi walked towards the west of Cangxia Mountain.

In that direction, we headed to the holy capital of Miaoyang.

Tsing Yi, robes, bamboo boxes, hats, walking in the barren mountains and mountains, but just like an ancient landscape ink painting.

People walk in the painting.

Drawn in the pedestrian line.

Feng Lin let go of the pen in his hand.

The world is becoming more and more vivid.

A little Tsing Yi Taoist boy.

Walk among the rolling hills, surrounded by a sea of clouds and snow-capped mountains, ancient pines and white cranes.

It was really a fairy breath coming to the face.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Feng Linwan's painting, and then looked at Feng Linwan.

Smile knowingly.

Then he said: "Look at your pen, Luo Tian Avenue, if you win this time, it will be done!"