Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 48

Lin Zhihui logged on to the website and found a new system notification. When he clicked on it, it turned out that this time the self-examination was over. After clicking on it, the page had returned to normal and could be read normally. The previous chapters were also published successfully.

I didn't expect my luck to be lifted so quickly. Lin Zhihui read it carefully again. Although he has always been confident in his book, after all, he can't decide this matter by himself. On the contrary, it makes people uneasy.He has always advocated love and hatred, when encountering a problem, stretching out the head is a knife, shrinking the head is also a knife, simply solve it quickly, and die early and rebirth early.Now that I have received the official notice, I still feel a lot more relaxed.

After uploading the new content, Lin Zhihui was rarely inexplicably nervous. After all, everything he knew now was dug out from old papers. There was no first-hand information, and it was all indirect information. The senior sister helped to screen, but there was no guarantee that the experience of Taoist Wushan that he had pieced together was free from any mistakes or omissions. This also meant that the focus of his choice might not be able to just scratch the other person's itch and achieve the expected effect.

In terms of writing, he has done his best, comparing the boy's dark childhood with the happy time in the sect, and using a lot of pen and ink to describe his relationship with the old man, teacher and student, and father and son. The old man's feeling of regret, his superficial coldness and trying his best to deal with him, and the young man's feeling of shame and shame, thinking that there is no way to redeem himself, and his heart like ashes and self-exile, are also vividly laid out, making a good contribution to the reversal of the plot later. Enough to prepare.

Speaking of which, although Daoist Wushan is now a high-ranking god, his life is a deception, a complete tragedy.

Rescuing him from the sea of ​​suffering with his own hands, treating him with kindness and rebuilding his master is actually the original culprit who created his miserable life. Since he was born, he has been a pawn in the opponent's hand. Everything that happened around him was written long ago. The ultimate goal of the script is to use him as a medium to obtain supreme power.

This is really a very old-fashioned plot. No one knows what happened next. There is no relevant information about how Wushan Taoist priest survived and how he became a fairy, so Lin Zhihui chose to stop writing here. If he bet By the way, the next step is to expose the truth, clear up grievances, repay kindness and revenge.

Now he is trying his best. Whether he can impress Taoist Wushan or not is up to fate. He has no control over himself.

Lin Zhihui got up and moved his limbs that were stiff due to sitting for a long time, poured a glass of water back, refreshed the page a little nervously, and let out a sigh of relief after seeing Captain Tianhe's message.

"Well done. This is the first time in my life that I have seen a change in the old man's coffin face. Please write it down carefully and ensure that the ghost attracting charm cannot escape. You owe me a favor."

In a word, Lin Zhihui's heart fell back into his stomach, and he continued to code words with great enthusiasm. The plot was reversed. After the young man was imprisoned, the original loving teacher gradually revealed his true colors and threatened him step by step to fight for his ambition. Serving, the teenager is also in an increasingly dangerous situation, and gradually touches the truth.

"In the dark depths of the ground, a young man covered in wounds leaned against the cold stone wall, staring blankly at the projection in front of him. It was a simple oil lamp with a light blue flame shaking slightly. You can see a familiar figure."

"'My teacher has tried his best. Unless we can find the Qianrui Nether Lotus, we can keep the last trace of Ling'er's true spirit from collapsing." The old man frowned slightly, and his tone was heavy, as if he was sighing with great regret. He was silent for a long time. The young man was all There was no response until a sinister look flashed through the old man's eyes, and he could hardly maintain his performance. Then he moved slightly, and there were nameless emotions in his dead eyes, as if he was talking to himself. "Is that so? It turns out that's how it is." As he spoke, the young man stood up slowly while holding on to the wall and walked towards the depths of darkness. The sound of his voice gradually dissipated in the air: "...as you wish." .'"

"A faint cyan flame danced in the palm of his hand. Feeling the subtle changes in the breath in his body, there was a gleam of light in the boy's lifeless eyes. Ripples appeared in the surrounding air. The boy's five fingers were slightly closed, and the flame disappeared instantly. , the eyelids are lowered and covered, and when the projection illuminates the space, they return to a state of daze and numbness again."

"'Go to hell.' The old man had long lost his glamorous appearance, and the mask of loving kindness he had disguised was completely broken. He roared ferociously, raised his hands high and fell heavily, and a huge black lightsaber slashed down on his head. The young man slowly Raising his hand slowly, the black light mist that trapped him dissipated silently, and blue flames spewed out, defusing the fatal blow lightly, and the images of countless ghosts whizzed around him, like revenge from the depths of hell Demon God, walked slowly towards the old man, and said in a calm voice like an ancient well: "All grievances and grievances are in vain. Master, today, let us make a thorough end.""

……

The plot to be continued was saved to the draft box, Lin Zhihui took a deep breath, and eagerly refreshed the comment area, and sure enough, he saw an old man with an ID that was both unfamiliar and familiar.

However, there were no messages or comments, only a million-dollar reward flitting coquettishly across the top of the page.

"An old man from Wushan rewarded "Rise of the God Emperor" with 1000000 creation points."

……

Somewhere in heaven.

Among the cloud-shrouded pavilions, a young man in a purple robe with two dragon horns on his head was sitting beside a stone table. Beside him was an old Taoist in Tsing Yi with snow-white long hair who was meticulously Tucked into the crown of hair, the neat Taoist robe has no wrinkles, and the whole body exudes an aura of keeping strangers away, and even the facial features are as cold as rocks.

The old man stood up, his breath fluctuated obviously, the young man just raised his head, at that moment, he actually saw a drop of suspicious liquid slipping from the old man's eyes, and immediately opened his mouth wide in horror, almost swallowing the whole sky puffer fish.

"What did I see?" The young man resisted the urge to rub his eyes, lowered his head before the old man noticed, looked at the light curtain on the table, and frantically swiped the screen in his heart: "The Nine Heavens are about to collapse, and the Shangqing Palace is about to flood, 33 The big bosses in Chongtian are fighting again. I actually saw the old Taoist Wushan crying... It's over, will I be silenced..."

The old Taoist didn't seem to notice the strangeness of the young man, he stood still for a moment, then disappeared with a wave of his sleeve.Only the young man was left alone, sitting there and thinking about it, like a mentally ill patient in the world.

(End of this chapter)