The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

Five days before the double limit festival, Gan Bingmu used up all the spirit stones that the adults in the inner city had given him.

He ate a few good meals, and he was no longer as hungry as before, and started to gobble up the food as soon as he got it.

In fact, Gan Bingmu was holding today's meatloaf in his hands, and he couldn't even eat it anymore.

This is of course not because he is not hungry, or picky eaters or something, but because he has not been arranged to give gifts until now.

With Gan Bingmu's qualifications, cultivation is actually extremely difficult. He originally planned to rest by himself first, and wait for the gift to be completed to improve his qualifications, and make ten or eight of his spirit stones in one go.

As a result, before anyone came, he ran out of spirit stones.

But what are the identities of the big shots in the inner city, it is impossible for Gan Bingmu to come to the door to remind him, so he had to start practicing by himself.

It just so happened that he was still holding the spirit stone he had just received from the food official today, so he swallowed the meatloaf in two or three mouthfuls, and sat on the bed to practice honestly.

The turbid air in the air enters the dry meridian, and the discarded part is intentionally guided into the spirit stone.

But different from the stone that quietly stored the spiritual energy in the usual days, the entry of the spiritual energy seemed to have opened up some incredible mechanism, which made Gan Bingmu's head suddenly stunned.

There are tens of thousands of demons in the underground palace of the demons who have received replacement spirit stones. They all poured useless spiritual energy into the stones as usual, and they all lost consciousness like dry wood.

I don't know how long it took, or maybe it was just a moment, Gan Bingmu opened his eyes, and found that he was no longer on the stone bed, but lying on a strange wooden board, floating on the water.

On the left and right sides are towering stone walls, forcing out a canyon more than ten feet wide, and the sky is a distant hazy white line above the head.

Of course Gan Bingmu knows about water. The demons need to eat three meals a day, so there is an underground river for them to get water.

It's just that he doesn't know the boat, doesn't know how to row, but fortunately, the water is flowing, and it takes him forward.

There is the slight sound of water flowing in the ears, and the familiar stone canyon walls are on both sides.

A gentle voice sounded at the right time, he was like the narrator of the story, and he gave a description of what Gan Bingmu saw and heard, as if Gan Bingmu himself suddenly became the protagonist of the story.

But he himself didn't seem to find it strange, and continued to be carried forward by the current in a daze.

The white light in front of him was getting bigger and brighter. He had never seen such a bright light before. It was like layers of bright grass growing on the wall without any gaps. All of them are fully illuminated.

If there were so many bright grasses in his house, he would never have to go out to pick grass again.

Until he got closer and closer to the light, and the canyon came to an end.

Gan Bingmu's eyes suddenly turned white, and he was so stimulated by the light that he closed his eyes subconsciously.

How much bright grass is this!

Gan Bingmu couldn't help being amazed.

But even with the barrier of eyelids, he still felt bright, not only bright, but also a warm feeling that enveloped him firmly.

The ground has always been cold and damp. Dry Bingmu has no concept of warmth, but just thinks that such meatloaf is more comfortable to eat.

Gan Bingmu frowned from between his fingers and opened his eyes, but the scene in front of him stunned him.

It’s bright everywhere, and the bright grass all over the ground seems to have lost its due brilliance—no, maybe these bright grasses don’t shine at all. They were different, round, flat, and long, completely different from the lumpy ones he knew.

They are not all green, dotted with different levels of green, there are red, yellow, purple...

The leisurely narration reads: "The fragrant grass is delicious, and the falling flowers are colorful..."

So Gan Bingmu suddenly realized that the green and fresh ones in the distance were fragrant grasses, and the red and yellow ones were fallen flowers.

If the demons who got the spirit stone had gone through nine years of compulsory education, they would be able to tell immediately that what the narrator read was a sentence from "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring".

And what they experienced was a story about Taohuayuan that had been transformed by magic.

It's just that the Wuling people in the story were replaced by the demons themselves who entered the illusion. They entered the "Peach Blossom Spring" through the canyon, but saw the flat land, like houses, fertile fields, beautiful ponds, and mulberry bamboo.

They landed on the boat uncontrollably as if in a dream, and then they saw the traffic in the fields and heard about each other.

When men, women and children on the shore saw Gan Bingmu coming, they greeted them warmly, set up wine and killed chickens as a treat.

Then Gan Bingmu knew that the food that the gods sent down was not out of thin air, but could be planted from the ground, taken from livestock, and the clothes he received could also be spun out by himself...

The voice of the narration: "...the rest of the people went back to their homes, and they all went out to drink and eat. They stopped for a few days and resigned. There is a saying in this: 'It's not enough for outsiders.'"

The voice faded away, Gan Bingmu slowly opened his eyes.

The darkness as thick as ink surged in an instant, dispelling the last ray of sunshine in his mind.

He was still in a trance, and the faces and words of the villagers were completely blurred, but the aroma of roast chicken and the mellow wild wine seemed to still linger on his taste buds...

But in front of him was the stone house he was familiar with, and he was sitting on the bed obediently, still maintaining the posture before coma.

Ah, it turns out that what I saw and heard just now was just a beautiful dream.

Gan Bingmu was very disappointed.

It would be great if there is such a place, Gan Bingmu thought.

Then even if he can't condense the spirit stone, he can farm and eat by himself.

His gaze fell back to the spirit stone in his hand—no, maybe it is more appropriate to call it a stone now, because the spirit energy that was originally filled with it has disappeared without a trace, and it has become no different from ordinary stones picked up on the ground outside.

Gan Bingmu hesitantly practiced again, and drained the spiritual energy into the spirit stone. Sure enough, he entered that dream again.

"...There is a saying in it: 'It's not enough for outsiders to understand.'"

Not long after, Gan Bingmu opened his eyes again, with an excited look on his face.

This stone is not a one-off!As long as you keep pouring spiritual energy into it, you can always see it!

Gan Bingmu looked back and forth more than a dozen times, until he had counted the number of flowers on the shore, but he was still a little bit unsatisfied.

It's not boring to have such a beautiful dream a hundred times!

Compared with this, it seems that even eating and sleeping are not so important.

Gan Bingmu was about to have another dream, when he suddenly realized that the stones were distributed by the adults in the inner city. If there are today, will there be tomorrow?Will tomorrow be different from today?

Thinking of this, Gan Bingmu jumped up, he couldn't miss the stone tomorrow!

This spirit stone was naturally accepted by Gan Bingmu. He went outside to pick up a lot of stones and came back, planning to hand them over after filling them with spirit stones.

On this day, Gan Bingmu exploded with a completely different efficiency than in the past. Although the aura of the spiritual stone was not as strong as that given by the adults in the inner city, it was also several times stronger than what he had done before, which is enough to show his enthusiasm. It's strong.

Early the next morning, Gan Bingmu happily went to the restaurant to exchange for today's new spirit stone.

The canteens are distributed by region, and the canteen Gan Bingmu went to naturally entertained people who were similar to him at the end of the crane.

It is not bad for them to eat something every day, and it is normal for them to eat a meal when they are hungry.

Unexpectedly, just getting up this early in the morning, the group of people at the end of the crane gathered in the dining hall at the same time, and each of them had a slightly similar look of secret joy on their faces.

In fact, the relationship between the residents of the Demon Race is not very close, especially in the outer city.

After all, everyone has to practice hard every day to maintain food and clothing, so there is no time for unnecessary social interaction.

But today is different, everyone is full of desire to confide, and they can't wait to sit together and talk about him for three days and three nights.

The illusion set in the spirit stone already has the effect of confusing thinking, and the ending sentence "is not enough for outsiders", so the crowd really didn't shout loudly, they just glanced at each other.

Did you see that?

Did you watch it too?

The eyeballs are paired with each other, and each other has a tacit expression.

It was Gan Bingmu's turn, he took the food from the food official, and instead of stuffing the food into his clothes immediately, he hid the stone carefully.

"My lord, do you still have today's...?" He asked meaningfully.The food official is at the level of a small sesame official, and he also needs to turn in the spirit stones every day. Naturally, he also saw the beautiful scenery in the spirit stones, and he got the stones for this new day earlier than others. The scene inside disturbed him at this time. I'm in a trance.

The stone was transported from the inner city, and the food official had never entered that place, so he logically thought it was another gift from the gods, without any doubt.

"I can't miss you!"

Gan Bingmu responded happily, and ran home to enjoy today's sweet dream.

To say that this strategy is not very subtle, the spirit stones in Shenxiang Zhushui pool have to be replaced with new ones every day, and the replaced stones are also troublesome to discard, so it is better to send them directly back to the demons below for recycling.

So Xue Yu looked for a monk who was good at illusions before changing the stones, and made all the spirit stones at the bottom of the pool into illusions that would activate as soon as spiritual power was input.

This incident has a wide range. In fact, Xue Yu didn't think that he could hide it from the eyes of the demon guards, especially the demon seal. Who knew that the spirit stones were mainly thrown into the outer city and the central city, and he really didn't get into the hands of the demon seal. inside!

In addition, everyone tacitly abided by the hints and warnings at the end of the story, so the spirit stone was released smoothly for three rounds.

Stories are always told step by step. The first story is about a leisurely life in a paradise, and the second story is about the development of a small village into a higher-level and more lively big town. Life.

The demons slowly felt strange: they don't seem to have more heads and six arms than us, so why do they live so differently?

On the third day, Xue Yu simply made a bold statement, directly weaving the cave effect into an illusion and stuffing it into the stone.

Some smart demons have already started thinking, what does this mean?Is Shangxian implying that we also live in caves and only look at the phantoms projected on the walls?

So who is the first person to come out of the cave, these stones that tell of sweet dreams, are they the sharp blade that "he" cut their bonds after returning?

This story finally caused the people who had been silent for three days to discuss it, and the matter of the three stones was finally noticed by Mo Fengzhi.

However, at this time, there was only one bell toll before the Double Limit Festival.

When Demon Heart Prison returned to the room, he saw his son was already waiting inside.

"The story is not bad, you can tell it better than me." She praised.

As early as when the first stone came out, Moxin Prison set aside part of the spirit stone pile and gave it to the youngsters of the Young Peiyou Class.

They have a lot more foundation than other demons. Seeing the stories in the illusion is equivalent to taking a practical lesson, not to mention how happy they are.

"However, the story of the snow leopard's revenge can still be made out last time. They are still quite interested."

"These are all software things. The hardware hasn't been finalized yet, so we can't slack off now." Xue Yu waved his hand and said with a headache, "The people you put in the shadow guard are sure to take all the demons away in one day. ?"

Both knew that this was simply impossible.

In just one sentence, one person's sigh becomes two people's sigh together.

After getting along with Xue Yu for the past few days, he can also see that Moxin Prison can be a good pioneer, but he can't be a qualified leader.

The plan to break out of the encirclement was done fairly well, but after breaking out, how such a large group of demons would live, they didn't think about it at all.

Xue Yu sighed, he felt that this time he was not here to find his mother, but to be his father.

Father loves like a mountain, looking after tens of thousands of children.

"If your undercover shadow guard has a way, go ahead, and you can think of a way around us." Xue Yu said vaguely.

Although Renxiu, who went underground, split into three factions: the Royalist Party, the Revolutionary Party, and the Neutral Party, on the surface they still said that they wanted to help the oppressed demons get out of trouble.

The information was sent back to the ground one after another.

In the past few days when Xue Yu was engaged in the stone illusion to break the backward and ignorant thoughts, the ground and the ground have reached a superficial unity: set up an formation, and send all the demons directly up from the ground!

All the news that Xue Yu got was very thorough for them, but only one piece was still discussed in the small group.

"Too muddy?"

The message was sent to the small group, and it took a long time for anyone to respond.

"I've heard of this name before." Tian Xingzi said.

Someone started, and the friends behind said that they didn't know each other.

But they Guizang Zong are well-educated and knowledgeable, with a lot of things in their heads. They only say a name, and it was thousands of years ago. Even Tian Xingzi can hardly say anything.

After all, it is the final boss, knowing even a little bit in advance is better than not knowing anything.

Just when everyone was worried, a message popped up unexpectedly.

"I seem to have heard of it too."

The author has something to say: It is painful to write something that is not good at!Not being able to go out to play is double the pain!