Su Bian Cultivation World

Luo Jiujiang used to always think that the world is boundless and vast. No matter where he is, people always have a sense of awe. After looking up at the world, what he sees is a vague self.Even though the Seven Islands where he was born are one of the smallest three thousand worlds, when one hovers above the vast blue sea, one feels the same boundlessness.

Until today, Luo Jiujiang didn't know how wrong he was.

The grandeur he felt in the past is not really grand, and the smallness he thought of in the past is not really small.

The real grandeur and insignificance is that he is standing under the dome at this moment, watching the dragons spanning the sky and the earth above his head, the top of the world is looming in the clouds like brilliance, and human beings are as humble as a drop in the ocean. Just dust.

In the past, Luo Jiujiang felt that although the three thousand worlds were divided into large, medium and small ones, there was no difference between them except for the type of products and the concentration of aura.The big world has hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, and it has its own goodness; while the small world has simple folk customs, and it also has the beauty of the small world.Anyway, since he can't keep it and is busy with nothing, he always wants to watch every world and play every kind of fun.

But at this moment, Luo Jiujiang no longer dared to say that "the big world and the small world are no different".

The frog at the bottom of the well can only see the sky as big as the mouth of the well, and thinks that the outside world looks the same; the monks in the three thousand worlds have at most seen the style of the big world, so they don't know how magnificent and majestic it can be simply as a world.

Only by standing on this land like Luo Jiujiang himself, using eyes, touch, and spiritual consciousness to lay out in a corner of the world, and glimpse the landscape of this place, can we know the vastness of the world.

It turns out that there is a kind of supremacy, even if you cannot measure it with the naked eye, you can clearly understand it in your heart when you see it.

If the entire three thousand worlds can be picked out one by one and compared with the world where Luo Jiujiang is now, it would be like three thousand times of self-inflicted humiliation.No matter what Qinglong Xuanwu, white tiger Suzaku, all the worlds in front of the world where Luo Jiujiang is now, no matter how big or small, are all "mere" in "not mere".

In the eyes of ants, there is a big difference between shortbread crust and steamed bun crumbs, but to humans, they are just crumbs.The three thousand worlds theory of aura can produce a ugly Yinmao, but to this world, it is just a fragment of its disintegration.

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.Luo Jiujiang unconsciously raised his hand to press on his chest, and was a little out of breath for a moment.

For this magnificent world, for the blue divine dragon that covers the sky and the sun among the clouds.

The dragon hovered above Luo Jiujiang's head, and the dragon hovered above everything in the world.

At the first glance, Luo Jiujiang almost mistook Shenlong for Han Qianling, but in the next moment he realized the outrageous degree of his misunderstanding-when he first saw the secret realm, the blue dragon incarnated by Qianling first killed people and then split the sky. Lin Lin almost indirectly killed him.But Qianling like this is still young and green in front of this dragon.

Every scale of Qianling is as blue as the sea, and the temperature is slightly cool, like pebbles soaked in the spring stream. However, looking at Shenlong, every scale of him looks like the sea itself, which is like long waves roaring under the refraction of light. The ripples are so ferocious that they seem to be able to smash people's eyes.

Luo Jiujiang hastily glanced at him wrongly. He, a character who was born in the blue sea and played in the long waves since childhood, almost had the feeling of drowning in it.

However, it is such a majestic and daunting dragon, at this moment, it is covered in blood.

Blood dripped from every scale of the dragon, dripping endlessly like a torrential rain; blood spewed out from the wound on the dragon's abdomen that was pierced by the rough spear point, like a waterfall; blood also flowed from the golden eyes of the dragon. Flowing down in it, like two lines of blood and tears, also like the source of the torrent of sin.

At this moment, half of the sky is blood-colored and half is dark, and the blood is all smeared by the wound of the Dragon God, while the blackness of flying sand and stones is the strange beasts fighting with the Dragon God.Luo Jiujiang roughly recognized the figure of the Jiuzu with just a rough sweep.None of the nine kinds of strange beasts with Dao origin fell, and their sharp scales and sharp claws were all aimed at Shenlong's bloody wounds.

When Luo Jiujiang fell into a dream, he was on an uphill slope. The place was uneven and not a blade of grass grew. The blood shed from Shenlong's body had already accumulated in several puddles here. If Luo Jiujiang was willing to stand in, the deepest beach would not be able to cover his feet. wrist.

It is precisely because of the condescending location that Luo Jiujiang can clearly see the expressions of all the creatures down the hillside.

He saw countless creatures looking up to the sky greedily, eagerly staring at every drop of blood and flesh-stirred wounds shed by the Dragon God.Perhaps it was because the barbaric spirit had not faded when the world was first born, and the naked and undisguised greed was a hundred times better than all the ugliness Luo Jiujiang had ever seen.

What a crude weapon, and a group of characters like jumping beams and clowns.Due to the lack of light and consciousness in the chaos, and the lack of resources, the fish-like creatures were born with their heads tilted and their ears turned, their lips turned and their mouths cracked. I haven't noticed it yet.

Compared with Tianjian's majestic dragon with scales and armor, which was seriously injured but not dull, Luo Jiujiang felt hurt even to look down the slope.

But it is such a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals who dare to raise the butcher's knife to Shenlong.

Their formation is loose, and their formations are scattered. Judging from their fur appearance, there are at least a hundred races mixed together, which are obviously gathered together spontaneously and disorderly.Luo Jiujiang watched them stretch their necks and noses, greedily sniffing the rusty smell of Dragon God's blood, and using their tongues to catch blood drops falling from the sky.

Luo Jiujiang is not a Xieyuhua who doesn't know the world. He once walked through countless villains with green eyes who were so hungry that he thought it was the ultimate insatiable desire; Seeing more than a hundred people raise their blades at a young man who has no strength to restrain a chicken, he secretly thought that there might be nothing more beastly than this.

However, there is no so-called end to evil thoughts.

Luo Jiujiang didn't know until today that the things in the dead place are disgusting, but they are organized and tactical, and they are so calm; Not to mention tearing away the last fig leaf.

If it hadn't been for the dream of entering Han Qianling, Luo Jiujiang would not have known that with the first opening of the world, the greatest evil in the world would also arise spontaneously at this moment, so naked, magnanimous, and exposed to the light of the sky without any cover Down below, witnessed silently by the entire thick soil.

What is the source of this evil thought, whether it is hunger, stupidity, desire or something else, so far no one has been able to tell clearly.However, as evidenced by heaven and earth, Wang Yang swears that after the dragon god split the chaos for the creatures of the world, how ignorant and greedy the creatures of the world ate their gods.

In this dream, Luo Jiujiang is a foreigner, an outsider.He can only stand against the flow of people, watching how the thousands of ugly and greedy faces come from below, swarm up, pass through Luo Jiujiang's invisible and substanceless body, crowded together, clustered on the mountain peak, jumping to the dragon The gods hurl their poorly ground arrows.

Those sharp objects carved in stone and rock flew on Dragon God's body, sank into his bloody wounds, and made strange sounds with dull water sounds.

Every stone settled, what splashed was not water, but the blood of the dragon.

This world is as vast as it is barren.Luo Jiujiang watched helplessly. It was the blood of the Dragon God that gathered from high to low, forming a red sea on the barren land; Like aura, it turns into spirit stones and all kinds of treasures in the world.

It turns out that the establishment of a new world exhausted the Dragon God, and it was not enough for the people to betray their relatives. His flesh and blood and scales were also used as the foundation.

The crime of killing ancestors will be forever engraved on the newborn world from this day on.

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The following plot seemed to be sped up, and at the speed that almost dragged out afterimages, the battle entrenched in the long sky was even more thrilling in the eyes.Different from the trend of ingenuity led by humans in the cultivation world today, the battle above the sky is purely barbaric and ferocious. It is more physical collision than the interlacing of weapons, and the bite of minions is more frequent than magic duel.Compared with the blood and scars that monks are used to vomit when they are injured today, what fell from the sky were large pieces of flesh and internal organs.

Shenlong shook his head and tail, he roared, he roared, his city-like body slammed into the long sky, and then used the force of the rebound to fiercely counterattack the nine tribes.For seven whole days, this world where the sun and the moon were newly born went dark and then bright, and when it became bright and dark again, it silently recorded every resistance of the dragon god that gradually weakened, like a defeated hero going to the end.

The accumulated wounds on the Nine Clans gradually healed, but the Dragon God became weaker and weaker visible to the naked eye.

Luo Jiujiang had never been lucky enough to see the power of the Dragon God to create the world, but at this moment, in the dream of Han Qianling, he saw clearly how the Dragon God split the world.

The dragon god raised his head high and screamed loudly. A long slit was torn open in his abdomen by Qiongqi's horns. His blood flowing like a waterfall was muddied by pieces of internal organs. Almost every moment, his strength and aura were lost to the same extent as the previous moment. four or five times.

However, when a trapped beast is about to die, it also has the courage to fight to the death, not to mention the majestic dragon god.

When the Dragon God got angry, the whole world panicked.

The newborn sky and the newborn earth were all shaken in unison by the Dragon God's long, excited, unwilling, and sad cry. fell to the ground.

The magma churned up from the ground fissures, and the rainstorm poured down in the sky. When the cold water and the hot soil intersected, the sky and the earth were filled with steaming green smoke, just like a most primitive funeral.

The world crashed apart.

Luo Jiujiang watched with his own eyes how the Dragon God breathed out his last long breath, and his flesh and blood splashed all over the world before the world was completely separated.The double horns of the dragon god's skeleton turned into new membranes, and the dragon balls and some unconscious fragments flew out of the sky, heading for a direction that Luo Jiujiang could not touch.

He saw the Dragon God's blood bubbling in the blue smoke with bright red bubbles, like a pot of boiling milk.When all the bubbles burst, the originally desolate and barren scorched soil between the four seas will become fertile, and new greenery will appear all over it.

The earth shakes, the old god is dead, and the world is torn apart. The grandeur that once shocked Luo Jiujiang at the first glance finally turned into three thousand pieces, but Luo Jiujiang's eyes, almost every face is covered with smiling happily.

Laugh at this wonderful, fertile, aura-filled new world.

Luo Jiujiang couldn't tell what was in his heart, but felt an indescribable chill along his spine.

The high slope under his feet has been covered with thousands of mountains and is full of vitality.A section of the Dragon God's bone fell into the foot of the mountain, and the mountain rose up as if alive, and it grew tall and majestic in the blink of an eye.Suddenly there was a wailing full of malice in the air, Luo Jiujiang took a closer look, and saw a handful of dark gray and transparent things rushing towards Luo Jiujiang's direction.

The shadow was so fast that Luo Jiujiang could only distinguish its color, but failed to see his appearance clearly.Just when he was about to identify it carefully, a pair of hands suddenly came from behind Luo Jiujiang, one arm wrapped around Luo Jiujiang's chest and shoulders, and the other hand covered Luo Jiujiang's eyes.

The palms that gently covered Luo Jiujiang's eyes were warm just right, as if they had just been baked by the sun.

"It's ugly, don't look at it." Han Qianling said in a low voice, "That's the original me."

"What?" Luo Jiujiang asked aloud.

Han Qianling didn't speak, but he could feel Luo Jiujiang's eyes blinking, and his eyelashes brushed itchyly in his palm, and it was Luo Jiujiang who really closed his eyes as he said.They are always like this, if one side's point of view is clear, the other side is willing to conform to the wishes of the other side.

"I don't want to stay here, Jiujiang, let's go out and talk."

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In the middle of the night, the main tent was lit like beans, and Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling sat opposite each other, speechless for a moment.

Han Qianling stretched out his fingers to dial the wick in the tent, and when he spoke again, his voice was slower than usual: "I promised to show you before... This is my dream. You know, Dragon God is my father, What you just saw was the death of the Dragon God."

"..."

With the relationship between Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling, no one had to say sorry to anyone.But at this moment, Luo Jiujiang looked at Han Qianling's peaceful side face, and a sense of sadness mixed with guilt surged in his heart.

"Qianling, I didn't know before..."

Han Qianling actually smiled: "Of course you don't know. Except for the Dragon God of the Four Elephants and Nine Clans and me, this matter cannot be announced to everyone in the world."

"..."

"Before going to bed tonight, I told you about the way the dragons reproduce, right?" Han Qianling pulled Luo Jiujiang in his direction, and rested his chin on Luo Jiujiang's shoulder, "It's like my father , it’s not just blood, saliva that can communicate with essence and blood...even spiritual consciousness.”

"I didn't let you see it just because it was really ugly." Han Qianling said solemnly, "Before Shenlong died, he threw out all the hatred in his body, and that hatred turned into a dragon egg, which was me."

"Before he died, he was powerless. He only tore the world into more than 3000 parts, but failed to completely destroy it, so he created me to inherit his will. In today's world, the descendants of the nine races and four elephants all inherit from their ancestors. All the memory of the inheritance, only the inheritance I got is scattered, except for how he died, the Dragon God didn’t leave me much else—maybe he thinks I don’t need anything else.”

"..." Luo Jiujiang originally put his hand on Han Qianling's back, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but tighten his arms.

"I was born bearing all the hatred of the Dragon God. I was supposed to be the most evil aspect of the Dragon Clan. On the day I was born, there should have been five stars in a row, guarding my heart against confusion, the Big Dipper reversed, countless volcanoes erupted, and heavy rain for seven days was a sign. Then I was born as a sinful obstacle that my relatives did not recognize.

When I land, I will naturally live by devouring and destroying, and all good orders should be buried in my hands.Starting from the holy land, I will cause the mountains to collapse and the ground to crack, the rivers to flow against the flow, and the sky and the earth to be eclipsed. Wherever I go, there will be dead bodies everywhere, bleeding and drifting.Whichever world I walk through, that world will be returned to the dust, and whichever creature I see, he will be replaced with the blood debt that was born of my father's blood when the world first opened.

Every bit of destruction and destruction will achieve my strength. Even if I die in the end surrounded by three thousand worlds, at least half of the world will only hear the cry of thousands of ghosts, and the other half of the world will be reduced to scorched earth. "

"...sounds pretty scary, but you're not."

"Yes." Han Qianling lightly licked his lips, this action made him show his white teeth, making him look more like a dragon, "The dragon made a mistake, I was not born right away."

When he was talking about this, he opened the curtain of the main tent, nudged Luo Jiujiang with his shoulder, and motioned him to look back into the vast night, "I was born with the hatred of the dragon god and the spirit of mountains and waters. It is my own father, and the holy mountain is my mother. When the heaven and earth were reborn, although they were quickly broken into more than 3000 pieces, there was a weak order in it. When the dragon egg was born in the heart of the mountain, the rules of the world were adopted by the holy The power of the mountain suppressed me under the mountain for thousands of years. You should have seen it in your dreams. The holy mountain under your feet was originally a thousand peaks, but when I was suppressed, there were thousands of peaks and valleys piled up with snow. Unmelted, forming the holy mountain you see."

"That's why I named myself Han Qianling."

"It took more than [-] years for the Holy Mountain to dissolve half of the hostility in me, but I can't do anything about the rest. And I still have to fight with evil thoughts from time to time, so I can't be clear... what's left is to be wiped away A small amount of malice should actually be sheltered by Mrs. Chen."

"...I always thought Mrs. Chen was your mother." Luo Jiujiang murmured.

"Ms. Chen? People on the island have always misunderstood this. You all have biological parents with mortal bodies. I haven't corrected it. But if you can think about it carefully, I have never called her mother."

"..." Luo Jiujiang did remember: "I wanted to burn paper for her back then, but you stopped me." On Chen Shuhong's tombstone, Han Qianling never engraved anything like "Unworthy Zihan Qianling" signature.

"Well, she still can't afford to kneel on your knees." Han Qianling said calmly: "Strictly speaking, Mrs. Chen can't even be regarded as my biological mother—when the dragon egg entered my body, I borrowed it. Her dantian is not the uterus. It’s just that when people see a woman with a big belly, they always think that she is pregnant with a child. In fact, I, an outsider, borrowed her dantian to make a dragon body into a human body.”

"The Holy Land opens every hundred years, why did only Mrs. Chen take you away?"

"Because she was malicious and murdered her senior brother in the hinterland of the Holy Mountain." Han Qianling frowned slightly, "Not everyone can enter the Holy Mountain. It was a last resort under the rules of the world to keep me in the Holy Mountain to suppress me. I throw it away, the original intention of the Holy Land once a hundred years is to find a carrier to get rid of my troubles.

However, the holy mountain is majestic, and those who can reach it have always been rare. If some of the already rare monks have a pilgrimage mentality, even if I am an ignorant dragon egg, I can still feel the conflict of essence, and I will never go with them.

And Mrs. Chen is the only monk who dared to use the hinterland of the holy mountain as a killing field in these years. The malice she showed was in line with my nature.And my evil thoughts were offset by her soul, and a little bit of it was gone, and the remaining ones were just enough for me to suppress myself with all my heart, so that I could keep the altar clear. "

Speaking of this, Han Qianling shook his head: "It's ridiculous to say that Mrs. Chen died because of evil thoughts in her heart, but in the end, her death has benefited the people of the world."

His tone was downplaying, and Luo Jiujiang heard it, but felt that his heart was so painful that he clenched into a ball.

In the past, he had lamented about Qianling's parents. Although his seniority was at stake, he still secretly felt that Mrs. Chen was an outrageous mother.However, now that the truth is revealed, and knowing that Mrs. Chen and Han Qianling are not related by blood, Luo Jiujiang's heart only feels heavier.

Mrs. Chen is a crazy woman, and she doesn't know that it's natural to love her children; but Qianling's biological parents are one dragon god and the other a holy mountain. The first one was bombed; the other one was forced to "take in" him for more than [-] years, only wishing that there was no chance to throw him out.

Even if there are "fathers and mothers" who are related by blood, they don't look better than a crazy adoptive mother.

As for Qianling, what kind of mentality did he use to mock himself and classify himself as the scourge of the world?

As if feeling cold, Han Qianling hugged Luo Jiujiang even tighter in his arms: "Since I borrowed Mrs. Chen's dantian to cultivate a human body and was born, I've heard you say that the grass is green and the flowers are fragrant, the sea is blue and the waves... But in fact , in my eyes, every plant and tree in the world is stained with the blood color of the Dragon God, and there is nothing but the scent of blood."

"Everyone on the island sees me like a shoe, but I think they are worse than executioners. Speaking of which, I hate this world. Although I try my best to keep my spiritual platform clear, I have nothing to do with this world. I want 'Han Qianling' to exist awake longer."

If there is a big list for judging merits and demerits between heaven and earth, then Han Qianling should be the greatest name on it.

What he maintains is his own sobriety, but he is connected with all the creatures in the three thousand worlds.

However, no one knows the achievements of all kinds of suppression and forbearance. Everyone on the island thinks that he is just a stupid son born by a lunatic mother.Every time he takes a step out, there will inevitably be ignorant children throwing stones at his back. Every stone reminds him of the arrow that hit the Dragon God's wound back then. Every blow is actually a challenge to his nerves.

Sometimes, when Han Qianling relaxes, he simply thinks that one of the seven islands will be destroyed. Fortunately, there is a Chen family whose consciousness is dominated by evil thoughts, and he faces him every day, throwing Han Qianling like a whip Be vigilant.

The Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, and people escape one of them.Although there is a dead end as far as the eye can see, there is always a glimmer of life left.For example, Shenlong cast hatred and wanted to complete his unfinished business, but he was strongly suppressed by the Holy Mountain, delaying the date of this extinction for more than [-] years; When the way ahead, Luo Jiujiang took the initiative to walk in front of Han Qianling, with a smile on his face, like God's will, like compassion, and like the last pity.

So 11 years ago, a little child stretched out his hand to the loneliest soul in the world.