I made myths

Chapter 95
"I'm even more tired than last time. I feel my body has been hollowed out, leaving only an empty shell."

"But how do you feel that you saw the hint of fictional mythology before?"

"A fictional myth?"

There was still no response, and the strong sense of exhaustion almost knocked Wen Qian down. He forcibly suppressed the exhaustion and opened his eyes. The ruins in front of him reminded him that the situation was still dangerous.

But the difference is, his powers are back!
After shaking hands, although I was still tired, the familiar force was still there.

He casually used the power of water to form a water mirror, reflecting the face he was most familiar with.

He spent hours pinching out the face bit by bit.

"It seems that it was not an illusion just now, and the fictional myth really started something."

As for what it is, he doesn't know. It seems that he is still alive and well, so let's continue to explore.

I don't know how long he can last. Judging from the current situation, there is really no clue at all. How can we survive this catastrophe?

Just as Wen Qian was thinking, he suddenly heard the cry of a child.

He hurried towards the place where the sound came from, and soon came to a village that had become ruins.

The raging fire burned the simple thatched huts and the crops in the field.

The center of the village is full of corpses of villagers, and children are tied to the pile of corpses.

At this moment, the fire has burned to the corpses of the villagers, and soon, the children will die in the flames together.

Wen Qian frowned, no matter whether the scene in front of him was real or not, it was too cruel.

He slid his left hand, streams of water appeared out of thin air, like a water dragon flowing in the flames, extinguishing all the fires in a short time.

At the same time, the child who was tied up was also rescued.

"Thank you... thank you... woo woo woo..."

The little boy, about five or six years old, kept yelling thank you, his tears mixed with snot, and he staggered towards the two corpses at the edge of the pile of corpses, calling his father and mother.

Apparently, his parents were not spared.

Wen Qian looked around, there were no traces left by practitioners, it was evil deeds committed by ordinary people.

He closed his eyes and searched, looking for the murderers from the remaining "Qi" around him, and even today he couldn't find them with his senses tens of thousands of meters away.

Since he learned Qi refining, he has given up using the means of soul perception.

Compared with exploring with one's own soul, the ability of Qi Refining to feel the "Qi" of all things is more suitable for today's situation.

Any creature or even thing has Qi, and the existence of Qi is very special.

"Too far away..."

The crying in his ears had stopped, and the little boy passed out lying on his parents' corpses.

At his age, he should be carefree, but now his parents and friends have died tragically, which is really pitiful.

Wen Qian stepped forward, carried him under a tree, made a big pit, and buried all the villagers.

Although it is just an illusion, it is still unavoidable to feel heartbroken seeing these, so it is for peace of mind.

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When the boy woke up again, the heavy psychological blow and physical exhaustion made him not want to move a little bit.

Fortunately, the warmth of the flames and the aroma of the food gave him the motivation to open his eyes with difficulty.

What caught my eye was the bonfire and the unknown small animals on it.

The strong smell of meat made his mouth salivate, but instead of looking at the food, he looked up at Wen Qian who was fiddling with the flames.

He stepped back a little, knelt down, touched his forehead to the ground, and shouted hoarsely: "Please the gods accept me as a disciple!"

"immortal?"

Wen Qian found it interesting. In this era, practitioners are called gods, right?It's a little strange.

Even if everyone can't cultivate, but it's not like this, treating practitioners like gods, right?

Regarding the question of title, Wen Qian did not pursue too much, but instead asked: "Why do you want to practice?"

"For revenge!"

The little boy spoke without any hesitation. He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes that were red from crying were full of hatred, burning with anger, but his eyes were extremely cold.

"You shouldn't think so."

Wen Qian said casually, flipping through the food on the shelf.

But the little boy roared: "Why not? We live in peace and stability, and have never done anything bad. Why should we end up like this? I don't understand...it shouldn't be like this..."

Tears overflowed from his eyes again, but he didn't realize that his hair was burnt yellow when it was close to the flames.

Wen Qian shook his head, stroked the burning flames on his hair, and said, "Those who seek the top will get the bottom, and those who ask the bottom will get the bottom. Do you know what it means?"

The boy shook his head, he didn't know a single word, let alone such a great truth?
"The so-called seeker of the above means that if you want to obtain the superior strength, you can only get the middle result if you put in the corresponding efforts.

"Those guys who killed your parents and relatives are not even inferior. If you set such a goal, you can't achieve great things."

Wen Qian said that when he was young, his parents kept telling him that if he wanted to get 120 points, he had to put in [-] points of effort.

People often relax themselves habitually when they are studying and working. This is unavoidable. If you want to get the desired results, you must set your goals longer than you want. Only in this way can you succeed.

Now that he told the boy this way, he also wanted to see if he could make any changes, and how far this illusion could go.

The boy seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand.

Wen Qian knew that he didn't know what kind of goal to set, so he continued: "I just saw your talent, it's really good, as long as you practice hard, revenge will be easy."

"It's just that what are you going to do after taking revenge? You are only six years old now, and you still have a lot of time. Do you want to accompany your dead relatives?"

The boy was silent, how could he understand this?His world is only a village, how would he know what it is like outside?

Wen Qian was not in a hurry, and waited quietly.

It is not easy to accept the new world. He has experienced that feeling himself. It is very novel and lonely. He hopes that there will be someone to guide him, but in the end he can only survive by himself until now.

"I still want revenge, and then..." the boy finally spoke, his eyes still had hatred, but his eyes were no longer cold: "Then... I don't want anyone else to lose their parents like me and experience this pain .”

He already has his own goals, everyone has their own goals, has their own talents, love and hate hidden in their hearts, and needs another person to guide them.

Wen Qian smiled. He thought he was in the same situation, and he would not make the same choice as Superman, but if he had the same experience, most people would become natives of the motherland. What he embodies is the truth , Superman embodies the yearning and expectation of the human heart.

"That's it, I hope you can always remember the goal at this moment, and don't get lost."

"This is for you, it can be regarded as a gift from the master to the apprentice."

Wen Qian handed the roasted poultry meat that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside to the boy. He caught it in a hurry, thanked Master, tore off a small piece, and handed it to Wen Qian again.

Wen Qian shook his head and said: "I don't need to eat food anymore, you can eat it by yourself, without seasoning, the taste should be bad."

"No, it's delicious, thank you, Master..." The boy wept again, tearing at the food, venting his inner emotions.

"what's your name?"

"Chuan'er, my name is Chuan'er."

(End of this chapter)