Group pet childhood creation god

The only thing that can modify cause and effect is the way of heaven.

But the next moment, Mozun felt that his idea was ridiculous.

The way of heaven does not exist at all, it is a lie.

Mozun is more inclined that this Mo Dao disciple is deceiving him.

He slammed the Mo Dao disciple to the ground, turned and left.

The demonic disciples had long been accustomed to the suzerain's brutality, and immediately fell to their knees, trembling.

Mozun did not return to the bedroom, but went to Tang City.

Tang City is not far from the Mo Dao Sect, and with the power of the Mozun, it can be teleported there in half a minute.

In his impression, Tangcheng became a deserted city because of the plague as early as four years ago, full of dead air, bones and abandoned houses everywhere, cloudy and cloudy all the year round, even the sun never shines in.

The man's figure appeared in Tang City, and slowly opened his blood-red eyes.

The sound of the cold wind and sand and stones blowing past slowly counted away, and then the voices of people rushed in.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a lively scene that he had never seen before.

This is a very common street, and most of the people living here are ordinary people who have not joined any sect.

The butchers hung the cut pork on the hooks, spread their big knives on the chopping boards, and began to sell the pork with a thick voice.

Both sides of the street are filled with green to colorful fresh vegetables, and the sweet smell from the sweet food stalls fills the air.

As before, people carry their food baskets, hold their children, and go shopping to buy food.

Mozun used the invisibility technique, standing in the middle of the street, no one could see him.

The man's expression froze, his pupils shrunk... These people had clearly died in the plague four years ago.

It is impossible for this city to come back to life.

But the scene before his eyes proved that his affirmation was wrong.

The man took another step forward and saw the adoptive parents who were supposed to be seriously ill.

Two old men stood in front of the meat stall, holding vegetable baskets, picking meat.Although his hair is gray and his face is aging, his back is straight and his spirit is very good.

It was the old couple who raised him when he was a child.

Later, a plague broke out in Tang City, and he was the only one who survived in the whole city. He questioned why the Heavenly Dao didn't save the common people countless times, but he never got a response.

He fell into the devil with all his heart, and became Qin Jin, the youngest demon king suzerain in history.

The man stopped disturbing everyone in Tang City and returned to the Demon Dao Sect.

His inner doubts were getting heavier and heavier.

There was absolutely no mistake in his memory, and he even personally dispatched the demonic disciples to clean up the corpses in Tangcheng after the plague.

When he closed his eyes, he could clearly recall the strong and unpleasant stench in that deserted city.

Someone modified the cause and effect.

The man didn't think it was Tiandao who did this, he didn't recognize the existence of Tiandao at all.

The Mozun ordered his disciples to thoroughly investigate the mortal world's chronology of natural disasters and submit them at dawn. He wanted to see how much the causal changes had been made.

He returned to the sleeping hall, the light in the sleeping hall was dim, only a small candle was covered by the oil lamp, emitting a dim light.

The child was curled up in his bed, fast asleep.

The man carefully lifted Xie Yunmian's quilt, looked at the changing pad under the other's buttocks, and found that the child did not wet the bed.

The child's sleeping face is very obedient, his cheeks are slightly red, his eyelashes are trembling slightly, he doesn't look like he will cry at night.

The man heaved a sigh of relief, sat on the chair beside the bed, and continued to flip through the book he couldn't understand, until a fish-belly halo appeared in the sky.

At dawn, he wanted to drive the child away.

But when he woke up the other party, he ordered a few disciples to get food for ordinary people, and a piece of clothing and hair accessories for children.

He remembered that the other party didn't finish the pigeon soup yesterday, probably because it was really bad, and the clothes were dirty and dusty.

Weird.

As if seeing a ghost, the Mo Dao disciple respectfully brought the important things of the sect to the door of the sleeping hall.

The man pushed open the door, and a few disciples who were not afraid of death sneaked their heads into the bedroom to see who the suzerain could take such good care of.

But they didn't see half a person except for a bulging quilt.

"roll."

The man spoke in a cold voice and closed the door.

The heavy and rough sound of closing the door woke Xie Yunmian from his sleep.

Xie Yunmian opened his eyes, sat up, saw the black-clothed and black-haired Mozun, and realized that he was in another sub-world.

Like a chicken, the man lifted Xie Yunmian out of the bed and put him on the chair.Xie Yunmian didn't react, the other party's big hand grabbed the wet towel and rubbed his small face.

Although the man has restrained his own strength, it is undoubtedly a huge force for a child.

"Woo!" Xie Yunmian had never been treated so hard before. After washing his face, there were red marks on his cheeks that would not go away for a long time.

The man suddenly asked, "Do you want to tie your hair?"

Only then did Xie Yunmian remember that his broken hair had turned into waist-length hair.

Previously, the long hair was wrapped into a small ball at the back of the head, but it was loosened because of sleeping.His short hands made it difficult for him to tie his hair up by himself.

Xie Yunmian nodded his head.

The man hugged Xie Yunmian to his lap, picked up a small wooden comb, and braided the child's hair.

This child is small and light, with thin and soft hair, and the whole figure is like a fragile and delicate ceramic doll.

The man raised his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "What's your name, kid?"

Xie Yunmian said in a milky voice, "My name is Xie Yunmian~"

"Oh."

The man responded: "My name is Qin Jin."

Xie Yunmian suddenly called out, "Brother Qin Jin."

The child's voice was soft and waxy, very gentle, like a puddle of soft water that could melt any hard ice or snow, Qin Jin's heart felt crisp when he heard it.

Qin Jin resisted the urge to bully the child, and combed the child's hair solemnly.

Xie Yunmian's hair is of good quality, smooth and smooth, and can be combed through with a small wooden comb.

Qin Jin applied a little sweet-scented osmanthus ointment on the small wooden comb. The pure sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance is not greasy or pungent, and the fragrance is very light, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Qin Jin asked, "Child, are you a boy or a girl?"

If you are a girl, you can braid it, if you are a boy, you can make a round bun.

Xie Yunmian: "..."

Xie Yunmian: "I'm a boy."

Qin Jin casually tied Xie Yunmian's hair into a bun.

Xie Yunmian slowly climbed down from the man's lap, touched his own ball head, and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Qin Jin~"

Qin Jin thinks this child is really cute.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the stone door of the sleeping hall.

Qin Jin went to open the door very unhappy.

A demon disciple held a stack of thick files, put his hands up, and stood in front of the man respectfully, with his head bowed.

"Sovereign Master, this is the list of misfortunes and blessings recorded in the mortal world for 1 years, please have a look."

Qin Jin was illiterate and couldn't understand these files full of words, so he said coldly, "Just tell me what happened in the mortal world in the past 1 years."

The Mo Dao disciple tremblingly read out the original text in the dossier:

"For ten thousand years, there has been no disease, no famine, no massacre, the prosperous world is peaceful, and the years are stable."

He wondered why the Sovereign asked him to do these things.

The suzerain doesn't look like someone who cares about the mortal world.

What's more, the world has always been stable and peaceful, and there is nothing to care about.

After Qin Jin heard the result, he was stunned, and he was even more sure that many causes and effects in this world had been modified.

Qin Jin closed the door and returned to the bedroom, unable to calm down for a long time.

What is the purpose of the person who modifies the cause and effect?Or is it really blessing the world?

Qin Jin didn't know that the real master of causality modification was right in front of him, sitting at the small wooden table having breakfast.

Xie Yunmian is the god of this subworld, and it is very simple to change the outcome of past events.

...He just didn't want Qin Jin to feel sad for the past tragedies.

Xie Yunmian had no idea how powerful this ability was.

In the eyes of outsiders, "cause and effect" is the cause and the end of an event, it happens as it happens, and it cannot be changed or reversed.

Xie Yunmian ate the plum blossom glutinous rice cake, one cheek puffed up, and her tender red lips were stained with crimson plum blossom color.

He suddenly remembered that he did not come to the Subworld to eat, drink and sleep.

He wants Qin Jin not to destroy the world.

Xie Yunmian climbed down from the small wooden chair and tugged on the man's trousers.

"Brother Qin Jin."

Qin Jin lowered his head, and saw the child who was only as tall as his thigh. The child stared at him eagerly with a pair of big golden eyes.

Qin Jin thought that the child wanted to talk to him about trivial things, but what Xie Yunmian said next surprised him.

Xie Yunmian: "Do you want to fight with me?"

Qin Jin: "..."

For such a small child, he can...

He didn't bother to bully such a small child.

Qin Jin patted his head: "Don't talk nonsense, go eat quickly."

Xie Yunmian hugged his thigh, unyielding: "Brother, I was actually the one who stopped you from going out of the lobby. You said that if that person shows up to fight with you, and if you win, you will not destroy the world."

Qin Jin sneered.

This was just what he said casually at the time, but he didn't expect this simple child to take it seriously.

and many more.

This kid... is the one who can stop him from leaving the lobby?

When Qin Jin finished drinking and left the lobby, he couldn't get out when he reached the door, and there was an invisible barrier blocking him.

There is no magic circle in the world that Qin Jin can't break, but this magic circle really prevents him from getting out. The person who set up the magic circle is definitely very powerful.

Later, the barrier disappeared inexplicably, replaced by a child who appeared at the door.

It would make sense to say that the barrier was set up by a child.

only……

Qin Jin frowned, and his voice suddenly became gloomy.

"Where did you come from?"

If the other party is just an ordinary child, he may be able to keep the other party by his side.

But since the opponent can set up a barrier to stop him, it means that he has absolute strength, and staying by his side is undoubtedly a time/time/bomb/bomb.

Qin Jin glanced at Xie Yunmian's blank expression: "Or, which sect do you come from? What's the purpose of approaching me?"

When he first became the suzerain of the demon way, there were many sects who wanted to slay demons and eliminate demons to prove the way.Confronting him head-on would surely fail, so they sent many seemingly harmless assassins to approach him.

Most of those assassins pretended to be weak and beautiful women, but unfortunately he was not close to women at all.

But someone sent a child?

He almost fell for it.

Qin Jin approached Xie Yunmian step by step, and the thick black shadow cast by the tall figure completely covered the child's small body.

In the past, he would shoot and kill anyone who harbored ill intentions towards him.

But what appeared in front of him now was only a three-year-old child.

Qin Jin's complexion was frosty, and his voice was cold:

"It's still too late for you to disappear before my eyes."

Xie Yunmian was taken aback, took a step back, shrank his shoulders slightly, and lowered his head.

He couldn't understand Qin Jin's guess that he was too guarded, and he just felt that the other party was inexplicably angry.

Like a bullied little quail, he left the dormitory pitifully, not even eating the candied haws that he wanted to save for the last in the breakfast.

As soon as Xie Yunmian walked out of the dormitory, the door of the dormitory was heavily closed.

Xie Yunmian was not familiar with the School of Demonic Daoism, so he didn't know where to go, so he could only sit on a small stone by the side of the road.

There are many disciples in the magic way, and these days are the days of cultivation, many monks come and go, and they all look sideways at Xie Yunmian.

Xie Yunmian is very small and cute, his black hair is tied into cute little balls, his milky white skin is like Xue Ning, his facial features can't pick out any flaws, they are carved in pink and jade.

What is even more distressing is his depressed little expression.

One of the waitresses couldn't stand it anymore, she quietly walked to Xie Yunmian's side, and squatted down: "Little friend, where did you come from? Did you get lost with your parents?"

Xie Yunmian pursed her mouth and said nothing.

The maid picked him up, patted the dust on his body, and said softly, "Would you like to come to my house first?"

Demons live by evil, and there is no law that restricts human morality.

Such a fresh and tender child could easily be taken away by unruly monks to make alchemy, or even be used as a furnace.

Seeing that there was nowhere to go, Xie Yunmian lowered her head and muttered: "Okay..."

The maid took him all the way to a dilapidated cabin.

When she was very young, she was sold by her father to work in the sect. To put it mildly, she was a servant. She usually did some work of serving tea and water for the demon cultivators.

Over time, there is a place to live in Nuo Da's Demonic Dao Sect.

The maid asked him to sit on the small bench, and asked carefully again: "Can you tell my sister where you are from? If you are from outside the sect, I have to send you out quickly, or you will be very dangerous."

Xie Yunmian: "..."

Xie Yunmian whispered, "I was kicked out by Brother Qin Jin."

He originally wanted to continue saying "he is the way of heaven" to Qin Jin.

... It was he who changed the past. He didn't want to make the other party sad, and he didn't want the other party to go down the road of destroying the world.

But before he could say anything, the man took him out.

"???" The waitress thought she had heard wrong.

Demon Lord Qin Jin...? !

He is a demon king who kills without batting an eyelid!

Qin Jin didn't like to touch people casually, so he didn't have any attendants or servants around him.If someone accidentally walks past him, it will make him unhappy, at least his skin will fall off, and at worst, his life will be in danger.

How could this kid be... kicked out by the other party?

The waitress breathed a sigh of relief, very grateful: "Son, don't approach the Sovereign casually, he is very dangerous."

Xie Yunmian didn't move much, blinked and said softly: "Sister, can you send a message to him for me?"

Waitress: "What are you talking about?"

Xie Yunmian took off the small headband that Qin Jin had used to tie his hair, spread it in the palm of his hand, and handed it to the waitress.

The hairband is black, like a long piece of cloth, stained with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus from Xie Yunmian's hair.

Xie Yunmian softened his voice and said, "Sister, tell him that I am... Tiandao, he doesn't have to destroy the world, I will take good care of the world."

All of a sudden, the sky darkened, and pale thunder flashed, flickering and flickering, and the sound of thunder resounded through the sky and was deafening.

Xie Yunmian had never heard such a terrifying thunder, and was startled, his face turned pale, and he subconsciously covered his ears.

The voice of the creation system sounded in his mind.

[This is the old Taoist leader of the Cultivation of Immortals sect who is crossing the catastrophe. 】

Xie Yunmian was stunned: "Crossing robbery?"

[Crossing the catastrophe is a unique saying of the sect of cultivating immortals. The cultivators who succeed in crossing the catastrophe will ascend to immortality. 】

The creation system did not tell Xie Yunmian that the immortal cultivator would ascend to become a fairy queen, break through the three realms, and... be able to leave this sub-world and come to Heaven at any time.

to be close to heaven,

This is where this subworld is different from other subworlds.

The success or failure of crossing the catastrophe needs to be decided by the Dao of Heaven.

For ten thousand years, the way of heaven has been absent, and no immortal cultivator can ascend successfully.

Over time, most of the immortal cultivators gave up, only the old Taoists who cultivated the immortal way persisted.

The Genesis System cautiously probed:

[Little Majesty, would you like to go to the scene of the old Taoist priest's crossing robbery? 】

Xie Yunmian happened to have nowhere to go, so he agreed without hesitation.

*****

As soon as the waitress finished listening to Xie Yunmian's words, a deafening thunderstorm fell from the sky.

After Lei Jie disappeared, Xie Yunmian disappeared.

The maid opened her eyes wide, her pupils shrunk slightly, and her ears were filled with the buzzing sound after the thunder calamity had dissipated.

...She heard the child say that he is the way of heaven...?

Legends about the way of heaven have been circulating among the people.

Some people say that Tiandao is a kind-hearted old man, or that he has no human form at all, but just a cloud of aura, and some people say that Tiandao is an ugly monster physically and mentally.

But no matter what the folklore is, since the birth of this world, the way of heaven has never appeared.

Many people think that "the Way of Heaven" is a lie fabricated by people.

Now there is a child who looks like a fairy boy and claims to be Tiandao.

After the other party finished speaking, he disappeared, almost like a miracle.

The waitress was shocked and couldn't recover for a long time.

The other party told her to pass the words and the hair tie to Demon Lord Qin Jin.

The maids are just the lowest-level maids in the Demon Sect, not even monks, so of course they cannot directly contact the Demon Lord.

She could only call the pigeons used in the sect to carry letters, write the words of heaven on the straw paper, and let the pigeons carry the hairband and the straw paper to the window of the bedroom.

The homing pigeon was enlightened, and it was also a messenger in the sect holding a moon reward job. It flapped its snow-white wings, and the red bird kicked its feet and flew towards the demon king's bedroom.

*******

dorm.

After Qin Jin drove the child out, he regretted it.

All he knew was that this kid was very powerful, and the identity of the other party was completely guessed by him.

He had seen many people who wanted to assassinate or assassinate him, and subconsciously regarded this child as one of those people.

But what if it wasn't?

This child is only three years old, and he doesn't know if he knows the way home. If he is driven into the sect like this, he is afraid that he will be used by monks who are addicted to cultivation.

Qin Jin was not a demon cultivator from birth, he was a mortal and a child.

Qin Jin came to the dining table where Xie Yunmian was just now, and there was still a child's unfinished breakfast on the dining table.

The breakfast was very simple, he ordered someone to buy it from a restaurant in the city, a bowl of millet porridge, a cup of soy milk, and a few sticks of candied haws.

The candied haws Xie Yunmian has not even touched a bite, the plump red hawthorn is wrapped in brown syrup, and the faint sweetness permeates.

Obviously, the kid saved these delicious sweets for last, but unfortunately he took them out before he could eat them.

Qin Jin picked up a candied haws and walked out the door, trying to coax the child back.

…The child has short legs and short hands, and doesn't know the way, so he can't run anywhere, and most likely cry secretly outside.

He thought to himself, after coaxing Xie Yunmian back, he would patiently ask where he came from and if he was being used by someone, and then keep him by his side.

It's not impossible to call him "Daddy"...

He has been alone for a long time, and he must have a companion.

When he thought of the scene of the white and clean well-behaved children surrounded by his knees, calling him daddy in a baby voice, he was so cute.

The more Qin Jin thought about it, the more outrageous he became.

Qin Jin held the palm-sized candied haws in one hand, and pushed open the door with the other.

——He didn't see Xie Yunmian's small figure. .

A white homing pigeon descended from the sky with sunlight, and flew to his eyes, placing a piece of paper and a hair tie in the palm of his hand.

Qin Jin recognized the headband.

He put it on for Xie Yunmian himself.

The pure black hair band fits the child's milky white skin very well.

The scent of osmanthus and milk remains in the headband.

Qin Jin clutched the hairband tightly in his palm, frowned, and opened the paper that was sent along with him.

When he saw the content on the paper, he was shocked.

... Xie Yunmian is the way of heaven? !

*****

Xie Yunmian had no idea what consequences his falling from the horse would lead to in Mo Dao.

Xie Yunmian was teleported by the creation system to the place where the old Taoist leader of the immortal sect passed through the tribulation.

The place where the old Taoists of Xianmen crossed the tribulation was in a vast grassland.

Xie Yunmian fell from mid-air into the soft green grass, her long hair untied by the headband was scattered all over her head.

Xie Yunmian sat up, allowing her long hair to be stained with grass roots and flower petals, making her look dazed.

"Eh? Are you here so soon?"

【Um. 】

Xie Yunmian: "Where is the old Taoist cultivator?"

[It's not far from here, you can look for it. 】

Xie Yunmian raised his eyes, and what came into view was the forest green grassland, the outline of mountains covered by mist in the distance, and the clear and vast sky.

... This kind of plain is very easy to be struck by lightning, so it is easy to attract thunder disasters, and it is the most popular place for cultivators to cross the disaster.

Xie Yunmian saw a vague figure in the distance.

He walked towards the figure.

He remembered that the address used in the creation system was "Old Daoist".

Then you should call each other "grandpa" or "grandma" after meeting.

Xie Yunmian felt that he was a polite child.

Xie Yunmian walked forward step by step on the soft grass.The tall grass was as high as his waist, and his clothes were wet with dew, his warm golden eyes were covered with moisture, and his long black hair was blowing in the wind.

This is a very beautiful and lovely scene.

Until a thunder suddenly fell.

First, the sky darkened suddenly, and then a dazzling light flashed on for an instant, followed by deafening thunder, and even the ground trembled.

Xie Yunmian was taken aback again.

This fright was much greater than the fright received in the Mo Dao Sect. After all, this is the scene of the tribulation, the place closest to Tianlei.

Xie Yunmian got down on the ground without hesitation, and hid in the grass like an ostrich cub, his face was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and he didn't dare to breathe.

I am afraid that I will hear the deafening and frightening thunder again after a while.

Xie Yunmian did not hear the thunder anymore, but a male voice instead.

"Why is there a little guy here?"

The speaker's voice was very gentle, without any temper, and he spoke clearly, like a cup of clear green tea.

Xie Yunmian raised his head cautiously.

What appeared in front of him was a boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

The boy was wearing a white robe, with a handsome face and a gentle expression.

The boy helped Xie Yunmian up. The boy's height was not as tall as Qin Jin and the leaders of Western Fantasy World, only 1.8 meters. Even so, the top of Xie Yunmian's head could only reach his waist.

At least you don't have to hug your thighs when you hug...

Xie Yunmian smelled the reassuring aroma of tea from the young man.

Xie Yunmian narrowed his eyes, his voice was as sweet as soaked in honey.

"Little brother, do you know where the old Daoist grandpa is?"

The young man squatted down and looked at Xie Yunmian at the same level. His black eyes were as calm as water, with a touch of tenderness.

"I am the old Taoist priest."

Xie Yunmian: "????"

How old is this brother? ?

Even younger than several other parents.

The creation system silently said:

【He is indeed older than your other people, and has the same life span as heaven and earth. His youthful appearance is just superficial. 】

[Little Majesty, you can call him Grandpa, no problem. 】

Xie Yunmian: "..."

The young man looked kindly, and said softly, "Little friend, you can just call me grandpa, you don't need to call me brother."

Xie Yunmian: "..."

Ah, forget it.

Xie Yunmian: "I'll call you by your name. My name is Xie Yunmian. What's your name?"

Boy: "My name is Xiao Buhan."

Xie Yunmian stood on tiptoe, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and said in a childish voice, "No cold, are you going through a catastrophe?"

Xiao Buhan nodded, then frowned at the next moment: "You are such a small guy, why did you appear here?"

The place where cultivators cross the catastrophe is extremely dangerous. If a mortal person enters the place, if he is struck by a thunderstorm, his soul will be scattered instantly.

Even if they only heard the sound of Tianlei, the three souls would be scared away.

Xie Yunmian is the way of heaven, no matter how powerful the sky thunder is, it can only scare him.

Xie Yunmian was afraid that Xiao Buhan would be like Qin Jin, so he drove him out, and quickly hugged the boy's waist, rubbing his fluffy head against the boy's waist.

Like a clingy little milk cat.

"No cold, in fact, I am the way of heaven, you, don't drive me away."

Xiao Buhan: "..."

Xiao Buhan rubbed Xie Yunmian's head, the palm had a faint tea fragrance, which diluted the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the other's hair.

"Little guy, don't talk nonsense, and respect His Majesty Tiandao."

Xie Yunmian pursed her lips: "I'm really the way of heaven."

Xiao Buhan coaxed the child.

"Little guy, I'll send you out, and when I'm done, I'll go out and buy you little sugar figurines, okay?"

Seeing that Xiao Buhan didn't believe him, Xie Yunmian didn't argue any further, and changed the subject: "Buhan, how many times have you survived the tribulation this time?"

The boy didn't expect the child to ask such a question, he said in a low voice, "I can't remember clearly, there have been many, many times."

His cultivation base has already reached the last level before ascension, as long as he succeeds in crossing the tribulation, he can immediately ascend to immortality.

However, he crossed the tribulation countless times without success.

Other cultivating elders did not succeed in crossing the catastrophe, and many elders even found it difficult to move up one step.

There are rumors in the sect of cultivating immortals that if one wants to succeed in crossing the catastrophe, one must depend on the will of heaven.

Heaven has never appeared in this world.

Xiao Buhan is different from Qin Jin. He believes in the existence of the way of heaven, but he also believes that everything depends on human effort, and one does not need to look at the will of the way of heaven to cross the catastrophe.

Now a child who claimed to be Tian Dao appeared in front of him.

Xiao Buhan couldn't help teasing Xie Yunmian: "Little friend, since you say you are the way of heaven, can you let me succeed in crossing the tribulation and ascend to immortality?"

Xie Yunmian nodded.

This is a very simple matter for him.

But he vaguely knew that such things as "crossing the catastrophe" and "ascension" seemed to be a big event in this sub-world.

He had to put on a serious face.

"Cough cough."

Xie Yunmian pretended to be serious and coughed a few times, standing on tiptoe, trying to make himself look bigger.

"Brother Buhan, since you want to ascend, you have to pass a few questions from me."

Xiao Buhan felt that the kid was more interesting, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Just ask."

This little boy is very cute, he is indistinguishable from male to female, even cuter than the little fairy boy in the sect, and has a very well-behaved and polite personality.

He might as well play with the child, but he couldn't waste too much time, he was afraid that the next thunder would hurt the child.

Xie Yunmian asked: "...Brother Xiao Buhan, why do you want to ascend through the tribulation?"

Xiao Buhan asked Xie Yunmian to sit on the ground with him, the two of them sat on the soft dry grass, the sun was neither too strong nor too strong, falling on them.

Xie Yunmian's soft black hair was covered with golden light.

Xiao Buhan's voice is very gentle, just like the elf king, very suitable for coaxing children.

"The reason why I want to ascend is very simple, just because of one person."

A long time ago, when he first became a cultivator, he met a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

At that time, his cultivation base was not high, and he had no residence in the Xiuxian sect, so he could only rent a house in Fancheng, and he didn't have much money on hand.

That boy often helped him, gave him food and daily necessities for various reasons, and hung out with him.

He has nothing to repay the other party.

He only uses some newly learned spells to make the boy happy, such as the spell to conjure a small flower, the cleansing spell without bathing, and the fire spell that can keep food warm forever.

They became acquainted with each other once and twice, and became close friends who talked about everything and talked about wine.

Xiao Buhan thought they would live together.

But the good times didn't last long, the boy told Xiao Buhan that he was leaving.

At that time, Xiao Buhan's cultivation had reached the Mahayana stage, and he was only one step away from crossing the catastrophe.

There are only a handful of immortal monks in the Mahayana period, and they are omnipotent.

Xiao Buhan thought that the other party had encountered some difficulties, and secretly took care of the other party. Even so, he failed to keep his best friend.

One day after he finished his training, he came to the small wooden house where they lived together, but he couldn't call the boy's name no matter what.

Some people rumored that his close friend was seriously ill and went to a distant place for treatment, or that he was in his thirties and returned to his hometown to get married.

Xiao Buhan didn't believe it.

Immortal cultivators can adjust their appearance to the age group at will, and most immortal cultivators control their appearance to look like they are six or seventy years old, so that they look highly respected.

But Xiao Buhan has always kept his appearance at the age of sixteen or seventeen.

Many people are puzzled.

Xiao Buhan is very powerful, but he has to wear an immature face, which is completely inconsistent with his strength.

Xiao Buhan just wanted to keep his appearance in the year when he met the boy.

He was afraid that when the other party came back to look for him, he would not recognize him.

Xiao Buhan talked a lot by himself.

When he came back to his senses, he remembered that it was a child who was listening to him.

Children may not understand.

Xiao Buhan chuckled: "Sorry, I forgot to tell you the reason why I want to ascend."

He closed his eyes and sighed softly: "He once said that if one day he disappears, as long as I succeed in crossing the tribulation and ascend to immortality, I will be able to see him immediately."

From then on, Xiao Buhan practiced crazily like a demon, overcoming calamity day after day.

He doesn't believe that crossing the catastrophe needs to see the meaning of the way of heaven, and he doesn't believe that after successfully crossing the catastrophe, he can only see the way of heaven.

He only trusts his best friends.

After listening to Xiao Buhan's story, Xie Yunmian couldn't calm down for a long time. He clearly felt the deep feelings between Xiao Buhan and the other party.

Xiao Buhan looked at him with a calm voice: "Little friend, my best friend is just like you, with golden eyes, fair skin, and good-looking."

Now the child's facial features have not grown, but he can see that the other party must be a beauty when he grows up.

His best friend is also a beauty, so beautiful that everything is eclipsed by it.

Xie Yunmian didn't listen carefully to Xiao Buhan's words, he noticed Xiao Buhan's wrist under the sleeve of his robe.

The body of the cultivator is not weak, the boy's wrist is very strong, and the wheat-colored skin shows blue blood vessels.

What attracted Xie Yunmian's attention was the scar on the boy's skin.

The scar was thick and heavy, dark red in color, like a ferocious red dragon, hovering around the boy's wrist, and spreading to the body deep in the sleeve.

Presumably such scars must have covered his body.

Such scars are scars left after being struck by giant lightning.

Xiao Buhan doesn't think it's ugly, as long as he can see his best friend, everything he does is worth it.

Besides, so what if it's ugly?

He doesn't need to find a Taoist companion.

Xie Yunmian looked at the scar on his wrist for a long time, his eyes moved slightly, and his voice, which was always milky, became calm: "Brother Buhan, do you want to succeed in crossing the catastrophe? If you succeed in crossing the catastrophe, you will be able to see Your best friend?"

Xiao Buhan: "Well, my best friend will not deceive me."

Xie Yunmian stood in front of Xiao Buhan.

The sunlight became much stronger at this moment, and the dazzling golden light cast down, enveloping his body with a layer of golden light, as if growing a pair of eye-catching wings.

Somehow, Xiao Buhan felt an indescribably powerful force from this child.

In an instant, the tribulation thunder strikes, the sky flickers, and a white disk like a giant dragon surrounds the sky. Accompanied by a huge thunder that can shake the ground, the surging sky thunder descends from the dome, and strikes directly at the place where Xiao Buhan is. place.

Xiao Buhan was used to the thunder strike, he closed his eyes, his expression was calm, and he quietly waited for the pain after being struck by the thunder.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Buhan did not wait for the imagined pain.

He opened his eyes and saw the child hugging him.

The baby's body is soft and has a warm milky scent.

The ferocious and ruthless thunder, as if seeing a terrifying beast, disappeared in an instant less than an inch away from his head.

The sky is clear again, the sun is shining, and everything is quiet.

Tiandao tore open his Thunder Tribulation.

Xiao Buhan, a monk cultivating immortals, succeeded in crossing the tribulation, and immediately ascended.