[Comprehensive] The sky is always falling

When it comes to eating, Zezhi has no interest in the restaurants of this era at all. The dishes are stewed or stewed. No matter how good the taste is, he will vomit after eating it.So after tasting it twice, Zezhi decisively fixed the choice of lunch content on the Manchu banquet given to him before Changqin.

The sky is clear, sitting on an unknown hillside in the outskirts, looking inside the storage bracelet, hesitating which one to take out, finally looking at the Changqin next to him, waving his hands, the grass in front of them is It became a large green natural tablecloth, on which appeared dozens of fancy dishes.

The one on the far side was a plate of beggar chicken. Although the appearance was unattractive, the fragrance it emitted overwhelmed the surrounding area. Before Zezhi had time to reach out, a hand was stretched out from the side. Tore off a chicken leg.

Zezhi looked in the direction of the hand, and what caught his eyes was a handsome man, wearing a white robe that did not belong to this era, and his long hair tied behind his head with a satin-like white belt, Zezhi subconsciously Take precautions, the one who can get so close to him and Changqin without being discovered is definitely an existence at the top of the prehistoric world.

The man was lazily lying on the slope, his eyes slightly opened, a pair of extremely shrewd eyes showed that he was not a mortal, and seeing Zezhi's confused expression, he knew that he was calculating his own background, But obviously it can't be calculated.

He sneered, "You have a friend from the west, how can you be so leisurely?" After finishing speaking, he unceremoniously bit the chicken leg he had just scavenged in his hand, as casual as he could be.

"I don't know what to call your Excellency?" Changqin saw that Zezhi's expression was a bit wrong, and he could also see that this person's strength was unfathomable. Nowadays, except those who don't care about world affairs in the wild, the remaining saints are not only Sanqing, even quasi-sages Levels are tricky enough for them.

The man just looked at him and smiled, without speaking.Zezhi stared at him for a long time, and always felt that this person made him feel quite comfortable. Even if what he said was related to the two in the West, Zezhi felt that this person was reminding them, out of kindness.

Although he felt a little unbelievable, Zezhi still inevitably doubted the relationship between him and his three senior brothers. Thinking of this, he looked at him more seriously, wishing to stare at him. I don't mind either, let the two of them watch, finish the chicken legs in their hands leisurely, and throw out a sentence: "No wonder you are usually greedy, this thing can really satisfy your appetite."

... This man must know me!Zezhi is sure now.

So, which brother of mine is he? qaq

The seniors are all film kings, this is really a sad story.

"Don't speak casually, if you guess wrong, it's over." The man said with a smile, but the malice in the words made Zezhi feel that the whole person is not good.

That's right, if he guessed wrong, not only would he be beaten up by this one, but the one whose identity he guessed blindly would definitely not let him go.

Seeing that Zezhi relaxed in an instant, showing the expression he would only have in front of acquaintances, Changqin somehow knew the identity of the person in front of him, and instead had the leisure to look down at the delicious food he had prepared for Zezhi a long time ago. Yes, I can still clearly recall the mood when I collected almost everything.

"Okay, let's go and do it, we are all here." The man stood up from the ground, yawned, touched Zezhi's head casually, walked forward a few steps, and disappeared before the two of them. .

Zezhi was stunned for a long time, Changqin saw that he hadn't reacted yet, and asked him with a smile: "Why, don't you want to give up?"

Only then did he come to his senses, and he asked in disbelief, "Did he just touch my head with the hand that held the chicken leg?"

Changqin: "..." It seems so.

Zezhi jumped up in an instant, and turned around in circles, "Where is there water around here!! I want to wash my hair!!" Boom, who is the one who doesn't abuse himself after being abused? It's really a sad story.

After finding a deep pool in a certain mountain to wash his hair, Zezhi's hair was dried by the spell the moment the water came out, and it was scattered behind his head like satin. He poked his face with a finger, tilted his head and thought for a long time, then suddenly whistled.

Chang Qin heard his whistle and looked at him in surprise, thinking that the pool of water had washed his head.

Zezhi groaned, and suddenly realized, "It turns out that using a whistle to summon pets is the wrong way."

Changqin felt that Zezhi had become more and more cute recently, and her expression was silent for a long time before she said, "Why don't we look at a premise first, where did you get your pet?"

Before Zezhi had time to explain, he heard a cry of a crane, and then a few long feathers fluttered in the air. A white red-crowned crane appeared in front of him and said angrily: "I swear! Who will treat me like a pet again?" Summon at will, and I will make you pay the price!"

Zezhi glanced at Changqin, and signaled with his eyes, well, there wasn't one, but it popped out by itself.

Changqin's bright eyes under the slanted bangs were full of speechlessness.

The crane began to comb its feathers with its mouth impatiently, and said very irritablely: "So you called me out, what's the matter that I need to tell you!"

...How can such a violent person endure the loneliness in the process of cultivation? When the thunder calamity passes, maybe even the sky thunder can't overcome it?

Zezhi stroked his temples, imitating Changqin's gentle smile: "Actually, I didn't expect to be able to call you out, you look so familiar... Wait, don't leave in a hurry, I'm in a hurry! "

Under the eyes of the crane that was about to go berserk, Zezhi habitually showed a serious expression that can only be seen in the face of major events: "Tell each of my senior brothers that the vixen that Nuwa put next to Di Xin has the turbid air of heaven and earth on him, which makes him feel so serious." They pay attention to it."

The crane's slender neck was bent back to comb its feathers. Hearing this sentence, he paused for a long time.

After a while, he said: "You said Nuwa has something to do with the turbidity of heaven and earth?"

When Ze Zhijing said this, he immediately recalled the appearance of Xiaohua Mountain, which symbolized the gods, before it fell in that world, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted when the crane spread its wings and wanted to fly: "No! Tell them , Nuwa...may have been corroded by the turbid air of heaven and earth."

Zezhi, who came to this conclusion, was in a daze for a while, and the white red-crowned crane had disappeared in front of his eyes for a long time. He subconsciously pulled the sleeve of Changqin next to him: "Is my guess just now? Could it be fake?"

For the first time in those eyes, after becoming a quasi-sage, he looked at Changqin with a begging look, and he couldn't believe everything he guessed.

If, if Nuwa is really eroded by the turbidity of the world, such a saint exists, next, will it be Daozu and Sanqing, will it be the whole world?

He really never thought that one day he would face such a big multiple choice question.

In fact, he doesn't want to be the discoverer of this problem at all, because the conceivable future is too scary, but if he doesn't find out, what kind of situation will the world be pushed to by then?

What he said at that time was right, in the struggle of the superiors, the people at the lower level will always pay for their actions.Are saints high?As far as the entire Dao of Heaven is concerned, in the struggle between the Dao of Heaven and the turbid air of heaven and earth, even saints can be sacrificed, otherwise there will be no battle of Conferred Gods, and there will be no decline of the two sects that will affect the entire prehistoric world after Conferred Gods.

Compared with the way of heaven, any existence in this world is too small.

They are like ants living on a leaf in the vast sea, always worrying that the whole leaf will be overturned in the next moment, and their future will be vast and dark.

Changqin didn't speak, her eyes were also heavy.It's just that what he worries about is completely different from what Zezhi worries about. What Zezhi worries about is the whole world. The survival of this world has nothing to do with Changqin. It is all his own responsibility, and he will not be able to forgive himself at that time.

And Changqin didn't want him to become like that, and stretched out her arms to embrace people: "Don't worry, even if the sky falls, there will always be someone stronger than you to resist first. You have to try to trust them."

Neither Daozu Hongjun nor Sanqing will put you in that situation.

How should I put it, when a person habitually takes responsibility on himself, he will ignore that there are many people around him who are stronger and more responsible than him, and will feel that if he does not do something, this matter will be nothing. There is a way.

This is actually not conceited, it is just a conditioned reflex to take responsibility.

He's just a quasi-sage, and he always has the world in mind. It can be seen how much he was influenced by the Zixiao Palace. Of course, his origin also has a lot to do with it.

Because it is a chaotic green lotus that breeds all things in the world, he has a love for everything in this world that is difficult for ordinary people to understand. It seems that he can look at all the dark sides of this world with the most tolerance.A person purifies the dirtiest things in the world, but still feels that there is nothing he can do.

If there is no Zezhi, probably Honghuang will be much worse than what Changqin sees now.

Changqin thought so.

Fortunately, the person I met was you.

Regardless of how tall Zezhi's image is in Changqin's heart, Zezhi was reluctantly persuaded by his reasons, and turned to correctly define his identity. It's true that he is just a quasi-sage, and many things are not true when he thinks about them. What can be done, if he does not have strong strength to achieve the goal he wants to achieve, not only will he lose what he can get, but the situation will be even more embarrassing than it is now.

He wants to do the best he can.

"Then don't care about the reactions of the seniors. I want to purify the turbid air around Di Xin first. The Shang Dynasty will not perish so early." Zezhi said while looking into Changqin's eyes, saying There is an inexplicable sense of seeking approval in the words.

Changqin is very happy with his transformation, because Zezhi always felt that his strength was stronger than Changqin's before, so he often used a subtle protector's mentality. The feeling of being psychologically dependent.

Can't help but smile and bend his eyes: "Okay."

Zezhi also narrowed his eyes with a smile, wearing the same style of clothes as Changqin, and from a distance, the two of them matched perfectly.

Chaoge Palace.

When Zezhi and Changqin went back together, they were surprised to find that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between Zhao Gongming and Yang Jian. It seemed that Zhao Gongming glared at Yang Jian one-sidedly.

Zezhi looked back and forth between the two, and poked Changqin with his elbow, hey, something is wrong!

"Sinister villain." Zhao Gongming pointed at Yang Jian angrily, and made a very emotional evaluation.

insidious?Zezhi glanced up and down on Yang Jian's indifferent face four times, but he couldn't find Zhao Gongming's incredible conclusion based on his appearance or temperament.

Only Changqin smiled as usual and looked at Zhao Gongming with the spring breeze: "We lost?"

……What?Zezhi dropped his jaw in shock.

Zhao Gongming and Yang Jian fight, can they still lose?No, that's not how it works.Although Zhao Gongming and Yang Jian are a generation behind in terms of seniority, Yang Jian is also very good.But!Zhao Gongming has the legendary Dinghai God Orb in his hand, so it would be too difficult for him to lose with such a divine object, right?

...Maybe it's their boxing skills?But it's not right to say that!Can Zhao Gongming beat Yang Jian in conspiracy?

Ze Zhi's expression was too unbelievable, but unfortunately Yang Jian has always been a person who doesn't show emotions, and feels indifferent to Ze Zhi's attitude.

"Daji has come out." Yang Jian's simple words diverted Zezhi's attention, preventing him from delving into the question of how despicable Yang Jian is. He just understood silently in his heart that Yang Jian's ability to become a judicial god must be more than just a face s reason.

Zezhi looked at Changqin, Changqin nodded, and the two disappeared on the roof at the same time, leaving Zhao Gongming in a mess. When there is a conflict between the agreed-upon teaching and the explaining teacher, the master and uncle will be partial to intercepting the teaching!This unscientific!Not by script!

Yang Jian glanced at him indifferently, Zhao Gongming stared back angrily, if he was asked to take out the magic weapon, he would definitely take care of this guy in minutes!Damn it!White on the outside and black on the inside!Pretend to be good!

She was the only one in Daji Nuo's big palace, and she dared to really communicate with the vixen because she waved away all the servants.

"Didn't you say you would help me? Come out! Hey!" Shouting in the room, her eyes were full of anxiety, fearing that the only person who could help her would make a fool of herself.

Zezhi showed his figure, with a faint smile on his face, which was his usual expression when facing outsiders: "You still don't call her, I'm here, she might not dare to come out."

Daji suddenly saw a man appearing in her room, and immediately shouted for someone to come, but fortunately, Changqin beside Zezhi quickly blocked her voice, otherwise the two of them would have to be even more high-profile if they wanted to accomplish today's goal .

"That's why I hate dealing with strangers the most. The formal way is slow, and the informal way is very troublesome to explain." Zezhi said and took a step forward, seeing Daji glaring at them both. Out of the frame, the beauty had a frightened expression on her face, and she touched her face speechlessly:

"Are we both ugly? I think it's much better than Di Xin. Why does she look like she saw a ghost?"

Changqin gave a classic answer: "Because she doesn't have a pair of eyes to discover beauty."

... You stare so big and still can't find it?It seems that Daji's eyesight can't be saved in this life.

"Let me do it." Changqin said, pulling Zezhi aside, and took a step forward by herself. At this time, Daji had already discovered that not only was she unable to make a sound, but her movements were also restricted. She was as stiff as a wooden figure Same, the good beauty was so frightened by Changqin.

Zezhi originally wanted to stop him and say, do you think I will tolerate you hooking up with other women in front of me?Later, I thought it was a serious matter, so it would be better not to make trouble.

So he sat silently on the ground on one side, propping his head to watch how Changqin got the vixen out of Daji's body. As a result, Changqin's method was much simpler and ruder than he thought, and he was directly under the coercion of the Golden Immortal level. Suddenly, the vixen fell out of Daji's body and shrank into a ball on the ground.

Zezhi was frightened and stupid, and appeared next to Changqin in an instant, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Daji, his pupils did not respond, "Changqin, why are you so violent... What if you scare her to death directly?"

Changqin said lightly: "No, I have a measure."

Zezhi has faced too few battles, so the use of this threatening coercion is actually not as handy as people like them who have grown up from battles.

Zezhi looked at him suspiciously, Changqin narrowed his eyes slightly, and Zezhi immediately expressed that he trusted him very much.

While the two were flirting with each other, Daji gradually regained consciousness. The vixen on the ground was awake much earlier than her, but was always trying to escape. Unfortunately, Zezhi had used his spiritual power the moment it came out. Hitch it and want to run?Okay, cut yourself in half like an earthworm, if you can still live, just run around.

After Daji regained consciousness, she only had time to look at the two of them before fainting.Zezhi continued to look at Changqin, did he agree to be okay?

Changqin said calmly: It's just like this, fainting is purely normal.

Zezhi: ...

Turning to look at the vixen on the side, "Hey, this one, stop pretending when you wake up, if you pretend to be dead, I'll take you for dinner today."

The white-haired fox jumped up in an instant: "Didn't you say that the gods are pure-hearted and ascetic! How can there be a god who wants to eat monsters! Mama, I have met a liar!"

While talking, he ran after his tail, playing with himself, and didn't know whether he was being stupid to let him go or ignoring Zezhi and the others.

Zezhi felt that with the IQ of this thing, it must be the former.

Changqin picked up the hair on its neck like catching a cat, picked it up, and smiled softly: "Tell me, what's the matter with you and the turbidity of the world."

The coldness in the words made the fox just want to curl up his neck and pretend to be dead.

"I said I was sent by Empress Daji, will you let me go?" The fox tremblingly raised a furry tail and asked weakly.

"What do you think?" Zezhi also asked it with a smile.

Although the fox's voice was female, Zezhi didn't intend to believe it until he was verified. Who made the fox's honesty not high at all?

"I really want to die." The fox drooped his tail again in a very decadent manner, and his head was also there, showing a state of lovelessness.