"Now the invaders have retreated, but our energy is severely damaged. If the thief comes back with his power, what should he do?"

"Since that's the case, you will go back to clean up the door, summon your disciples to travel, and find those with high qualifications..."

The light curtain darkened and the people on the stage also lost their traces, but Ye Yiming was still pondering that this was the third movie he had watched today.

He saw a history that was extremely similar to the propaganda of his world, but this time the victim changed one side. At this time, he also knew where he was born now. Historical books and ancestors were promoting and fascinated by the "Divine Realm"!

Those who were originally called God were no longer the faces of standing on the altar and looking down at all living beings, but flesh and blood. They fought among thousands of people, struggling and struggling, and sacrificed their lives for their living space, and they also laughed and scolded...

I have been instilled with the idea of ​​abandoned and expelled refugees since I was a child. Even the place where I live now has been renamed as God's Forsaken by my ancestors. Today I found that these self-deprecating refugees are called demons! Although they do not have green faces and fangs, they are also full of ferocious eyes.

He no longer knew who was telling lies. He remembered the book of strange material that he had obtained, and his last few sentences were full of blood and tears, and also the deeds that the devastated land in the movie just now told them like third parties.

He was confused...

"If one day, the times make you and I draw your swords at each other, what choice will you make?"

Huangfu Die discovered that after watching the movie today, his master became a little sad and sad, but since the master asked, he naturally answered truthfully.

"Master's kindness is like rebuilding, Xiaodie will not draw his sword..."

"History was seen by predecessors and then spoke to them. What they said was that they hoped the latter would hear it, and there was no way to verify..."

Ye Yiming remembered that he had seen this sentence in some book, and obviously he was right...

......

There is a blue pool surrounded by mountains, with clear water visible at the bottom, and occasionally a few swimming fish shuttled through the pool. A man looked at the pool with his eyes intently. The ordinary scenery seemed to contain the principles of heaven and earth. The man was very surprised to see that a bamboo leaf that had died fell from a high place and then caused a ripple on the surface of the pool.

The man took one step and stepped on the bamboo leaf that had just fallen, and another circle of new ripples spread out.

A silver light flashed, and a long sword appeared on the man's hand. The tip of the knife almost hit a beautiful nose, and sweat overflowed from the tip of the nose.

"Master! You can stop on the water? Are you almost ready to fly?"

The girl was not afraid of the long sword she saw, but instead she was extremely excited because the man was hanging on the water.

The two were Ye Yiming and the young Empress Fu Die who left the town. After watching several movies that day, they returned to the place where the old man jumped down and built a thatched cottage on the top of the mountain.

Ye Yiming often ponders by the pool in the valley. The sand and gravel at the bottom of the pool are still as smooth as a mirror, but no scene has ever appeared. He has been here for three months.

"How many steps have you taken in the Nine Palace Step Method?"

"Seven Steps..."

Ye Yiming sighed a little. In just three months, the girl's cultivation had reached such a level, which was so fast that he was a little dazed. If he was given enough time, what would he have in the future? He seemed to have seen the growth path of a great god like a great god in history. For some reason, when he thought of the great god, Ye Yiming's heart was shining with the image of a half-black and half-white man. It was only a few months before, but now he couldn't remember the other person's face.

"This is for you!"

Ye Yiming handed the girl a booklet and the ancient book that might be the Moonlight Degree.

"This is my teacher who wrote all the known knowledge of practice on this book, and this ancient book is also passed down by your family. I think it has something to do with your bloodline, so you can try it."

In recent months, Ye Yiming has learned local words, and the three words "Wangyue Jue" bothered him like a nightmare, so he read it and understood it, but he didn't understand it...

The whole article is full of nagging, and no word is related to practice. Ye Yiming once intercepted a paragraph with unknown meaning and told Huangfu Die, but in the end he found that he still gained nothing.

“What should I do?”

"Hold your own essence and blood to your eyes, and then read this book..."

"Okay, I'll try it now. Master will teach me together!" The girl was a little excited. The two of them have been together for nearly three months. Ye Yiming treated her like a brother and a father. A feeling that she had never had before was lingering in her heart. She felt that she could give everything for her master.

The girl opened her eyes again, and her hair was as bright as blood. She saw a different world. Everything was surrounded by runes, but it was messy. Only the ancient book and Ye Yiming's body flowed in a way that seemed to conform to the principles of heaven and earth. Finally, the sea was surrounded by rivers and returned to her lower abdomen, but unfortunately it was not very smooth to flow outward.

She wanted to see clearly, and tried hard to open her eyes, her long blood-colored hair dancing wildly in the air without wind.

Ye Yiming was shocked to see that at this time, blood was overflowing from the girl's eyes, and her long blood-colored hair seemed to be like a ghost.

She slapped the girl behind her back, blocking her next move, and I don’t know what she had experienced.

......

That day, the old man jumped down from the top of the mountain and had already repaired a simple thatched hut. The rising sun plated the dilapidated hut with a layer of sacred thoughts, and also made the shadows of the two on the top of the mountain particularly long.

"Go... like an ordinary person, I have been practicing for a hundred years. Remember, don't easily reveal your identity as a practitioner. If possible, find a sect to join."

"Master, where are you?"

"It also requires experience. A hundred years later, if you still remember to be a teacher, see you here!"

"division..."

"No need to say more! You and I say differently. This pair of daggers is for you, remember to protect yourself!"

"The teacher dares not forget or forgets his kindness, but I beg my master to give me a long sword..."

"The dagger is more suitable for you!"

"The teacher's kindness is great, and he has the master's weapon with him. If the master follows him, he will never dare to forget his kindness for a hundred years!"

The girl understood that she would not be allowed to go with him if she asked for a walk with her, but she only wanted to see the things and think of others. She did not dare to look up, for fear of losing courage when she saw his eyes.

Ye Yiming looked at her deeply, his hands holding the sword tightened, and then let go.

"Wait for me for a while..." After a while, his voice became a little hoarse.

Ye Yiming sat in the thatched cottage. He recalled the child's technique that day, and then acted as usual. As the runes flashed, an illusory shadow was detained from the long sword.

As the handprints changed, Ye Yiming snorted coldly. At this moment, he could actually feel the white shadow's thinking and its memory.

The memory was fragmented and huge. He saw the invaded home to die, the black armor and blood in the heavy rain, the struggle and the cold wind, and the request for Huangfu Die after fainting that day.

During the handprint conversion, Ye Yiming was about to erase all these magnificent memories, and the huge amount of information was so painful.

But when the handprint was about to fall on the white shadow, he changed his technique and did not delete these memories that might be very important to her. Bai Ying was not wrong. In her memory, she was also a beautiful woman, but it was the war that made all her beauty fragmented.

With a wave of her hand, she tampers with all her memories about herself, and she digs out all the blood and ugliness of her, and is peaceful and mutually beneficial.

When he went out, Huangfu Die stood where the old man jumped down that day, with the sunlight falling and his clothes fluttering. He was like a banished immortal, and he could ride the wind at any time. This scene actually made people forget the ugliness of the world, and suddenly felt relaxed and happy.

"Am I beautiful?"

The girl turned around and had a less green face and a little more charm. Her red hair fluttered as she spoke, with a different beauty that was fascinating.

Ye Yiming burst into cold sweat. The negative situation of red hair the first two times was still in front of him. He hurriedly tried to block the movement of her true energy, but he didn't want the girl to easily avoid his palm. When she turned around, the warmth fell on his cheeks, which was a little cold.

In a trance, he lost his mind and was awakened suddenly until the long sword broke out of his control.

The traces of fragrance are gone, and echoes are heard from the valleys.

"This is fate, you and my master and apprentice will accompany each other for several months... I hope to see you again in a hundred years, and stay with you for the rest of your life, not as a master and apprentice!"

Ye Yiming reached out and wiped his cheeks. There was a warm touch just now, which made his cheeks red and his mood confused.

The rising sun is not dazzling, as if it is to accumulate this power for the future light, as warm as jade.

An old man jumped out here before, regaining his life and quit his concern. Just now, a girl also stood here, leaving her concern. At this time, he was standing here, at a loss, and suddenly found that after the girl left, he had lost his direction and could not return to his hometown. This world was too strange.

Ye Yiming stood on this stubborn stone and merged with the stubborn stone. The sun fell three times. A bird even built a temporary nest above his head, like a dead tree, but his eyes were still bright.

The bird standing above his head was alarmed, a little surprised why the dead grass he chose had moved on its own, and even fell into the deep pool of the valley. I think this stubborn stone cannot withstand the erosion of time... Its barren head naturally would not think too much, but was a little curious about why there was a pavilion in the pool, but it was just curious because its new home had just been destroyed and it needed to build another new home.

The sky was spinning, and the feeling was not comfortable, and even a little uncomfortable. But Ye Yiming was so excited that he couldn't hold on to himself, and tears fell.

After the excitement of losing and regaining, Ye Yiming's mind saw a girl's bright face, with red hair fluttering... Not for the master and apprentice...

While he was recalling, he saw a figure in front of him, but the distance was too far and he couldn't see it in detail. Here he could not do anything except thinking.

The figure in front of him changed rapidly and finally turned into a white bone. Only a few pieces of tattered cloth were still hanging on it. Ye Yiming burst into cold sweat, and he thought he would turn into a white bone?
Chapter completed!