Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

The golden rooster croaks the dawn, and the morning mist glows slightly.

Gray light shines through the paper window and falls on Ji Nian's face.

"Why didn't you come?" Ji Nian yawned.

Since his mental power broke through Silver, he only needed a short sleep to regain his energy.

But after not sleeping all night, I was still inevitably a little tired.

"I don't even dare to move. From now on, I will sit at the children's table for dinner."

Ji Nian muttered, slumped down on the chair with unshaven beard and slightly disheveled hair, and the small tripod next to him automatically raised a wisp of white smoke to wash him.

"Good boy, really good boy."

Ji Nian couldn't help but be happy.

This child is really conscious and sensible.

Come to think of it, dragon gives birth to nine sons, each of whom is different.

He already has a "rebellious son" like Lao Zongzi, and it's time for him to have a good baby who is sensible and filial.

"Good boy, keep it up, your Zongzi brother's resources will be yours from now on."

Ji Nian drew a pie path with a smile.

Little Jincan, who lacked spirituality, only knew that "Abba" was going to give him benefits, and he was so happy that the whole room was filled with joy.

As everyone knows, the rice dumpling brother has always been self-reliant and has no resources, let alone poisonous substances and insects.

“Another great day, time to take that second step.”

Ji Nianxin said as he knocked the nine-section staff on the ground, and a mirror instantly appeared in his hand.

He raised his hand and took a look. He had a dignified appearance and an air of immortality, but there was something wrong with his temperament. He looked like he was going somewhere to harm people.

He quickly touched his face, adjusted his eyes and smile in the mirror, and finally showed a strong, resolute and compassionate expression.

He picked up the card pen again and dyed a few strands of white hair on himself, making his expression look slightly haggard.

Then he opened the door and walked out, looking up to see the deep blue sky.

"Taoist Master."

Hearing the noise, Zhang Liusan, who had been guarding the door, stood up with a cane and smiled as if he had survived the disaster.

Along with him, there were several relatively strong young men in the town, but they also looked malnourished.

His limbs were thin, his belly was bulging, and his expression was numb. The eyes he looked at showed gratitude, awe, and some indescribable complex emotions.

Ji Nian, who has done research for a long time, certainly knows what this is about.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a Da Jing Yao Ren or a Blue Star Card Master.

For a long time, almost all extraordinary people have regarded this group of mortals as a cultivation resource.

To put it bluntly, they are livestock raised in captivity and harvested once in a while.

Don't treat them as human beings at all.

This has been going on for too long. On the one hand, they are full of awe of the extraordinary beings and hardly dare to think of any disobedience. On the other hand, they harbor hatred towards the entire group of extraordinary beings.

This hatred goes deep into the bone marrow, like a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time. The moment it explodes, the sky collapses and the earth collapses.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Chronology never doubts the power and wisdom of mortals.

In the world before he traveled, there were no cards or mental power, and people could achieve astonishing results one after another by relying on their own wisdom.

Catch the moon in nine days and catch turtles in five oceans, it’s just a piece of cake.

Although due to various reasons, the development of science and technology is not feasible here, it is also a world full of miracles.

With a treasure trove of Chinese knowledge, he can completely turn these "bugs" in the eyes of the world into wings that help him soar.

And they themselves will change their destiny in the process.

Anyway, the situation won't be worse than it is now, why not give it a try?

"Taoist priest...didn't you get a good rest last night?"

Zhang Liusan, who was fairly sharp-eyed, noticed at a glance that there were a few strands of white hair on Ji Nian's head.

He looked haggard and slightly tired.

"It's okay, okay." Ji Nian smiled apologetically: "I was a little tired yesterday and went to bed early. I wonder if it's my fault that I stayed here all night."

"You are getting older, and the moisture from these 100,000 Green Mountains has entered your marrow, which is very harmful to your body."

After saying that, without waiting for the old man's reaction, Ji Nian returned to the house and made a bowl of talisman water using glutinous rice paper and "insect-free purified water".

Then he took advantage of the blind spot and filled in another strand of white hair for himself.

"Drink this."

Ji Nian walked out with a bowl in his hand and a smile on his face.

The old man's hands were hanging in the air, his lips trembling: "Taoist priest, ant people..."

"It's not good to leave the talisman water for a long time, so I have to pour it... I don't want to waste it, right?"

Ji Nian smiled subconsciously and immediately lowered the corners of his mouth, the bad smell almost not coming out.

"I……"

Zhang Liusan's hands were hanging in the air, trembling, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "Baima, go find a bowl for me."

The young man with dark skin and unshaven beard ran as fast as he could after hearing this, and soon came back with a bowl in his hands: "Third Uncle!"

"Taoist Priest, please pour the talisman water into this bowl. The survivors cannot dirty your food utensils."

Zhang Liusan took the stone bowl and turned to Ji Nian.

When Ji Nian heard this, he lowered his head and said nothing, and only poured the "talisman water" into the opponent's bowl. An extra strand of white hair moved with the wind, and he looked more and more tired.

This time, not only Zhang Liusan, but also the young men who accompanied him, named "White Horse", "Stone", "Yellow Chong", "White Bird" and "Big Eyes", also noticed.

"Do you want the Taoist master to go back and rest for a while?" Zhang Liusan whispered.

"Nothing." Ji Nian waved his hand gently: "Pindao can't stay here for a few days. Let's go around first and see if we can do anything for the villagers."

Zhang Liusan wanted to say something, but Ji Nian's eyes were clear, so he sighed softly, walked with Ji Nian on a walking stick.

As for the bowl of talisman water, he only took a small sip and left the rest to the village children.

But even with a small sip, the medicinal power of the talisman water made by the Nine-section Staff made him feel tired, and his whole body seemed to be several years younger.

"This is really a master."

Zhang Liusan said in his heart, suddenly thinking of the few extra locks of white hair that appeared in the year, a guess suddenly came to his mind, and he couldn't help but look shocked.

"My father-in-law? Is there something wrong?"

Zhang Liusan turned around when he heard the sound, and saw Ji Nian's concerned smile. For a moment, he felt complicated and unexplainable in his heart.

But he couldn't confirm it yet, so he had to suppress his emotions, waved his hands and said, "Nothing, nothing."

The right hand holding the crutch was a little harder because of his emotions, and blue veins appeared.

Ji Nian keenly noticed the strangeness of the other party, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a chuckle: "How is the recovery of the little tree stump?"

"For your concern, I can run and jump, and my recovery is quite good." Shiratiao replied.

"That's good."

Ji Nian nodded slightly and walked around the town accompanied by several people.

There is only a small temple in the center of town. These townspeople are afraid from the bottom of their hearts and dare not look away from it.

"Old man, when I came here, I saw an old locust tree outside the town. It was quite mysterious. What can you say?"

Ji Nian gently tapped the ground with his nine-section staff, dissipating the Yin energy that floated out from the small temple and had been entangled in him.

At the same time, Goldman Sachs, who was far away in Taoyuan, felt as if his temple was being stabbed, and he couldn't help but take a breath.