As Zhan Bai said, after arranging all the affairs of the sect, within two days, he walked into the secret room with the sound of the qin. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Yin's retreat this time is mainly to promote to the realm of Taixuan, and after not having the fetters of the sect's affairs, I believe it will not take long to complete. As for the rest of the time, it is naturally to wait for Zhanbai's daily life.

And Zhanbai's retreat this time is much more sinister than that.

Think about Yin'er, it took hundreds of years to prepare, and at the last moment, it was even more sleepless and intertwined with Zhanbai, if it was beautiful and charming at the beginning, then in the last few days, it was completely painful. If it weren't for the extraordinary will and strong physique of both of them, the final result would not have been a happy one, but a sinking of both.

In addition to the two parties, who can really know the danger.

The previous battle with Meng was different, so that Zhanbai not only saw the power of his own too prime, but also became more and more afraid of its side effects. Coupled with the bypass, he found out the source that suited him, so that he made up his mind to retreat and cultivate, and break through the realm of Taisu that suited him.

Yin'er's origin is self, self-centered, self-centered, this kind of too primitive, what she is looking for is the origin of her character.

So what is the origin of Zhanbai?

Only the sword!

It was only the sword, at the moment of defeating Meng Wei, Zhan Baixin felt something, and immediately determined his own origin.

Only the sword is the magic power obtained by the opportunity of Zhanbai, and it is also the special effect that was comprehended when the sword demon was in the previous life.

In his past and present lives, he actually intersected with this name, in Zhanbai's opinion, it was definitely not accidental, coupled with his identity as a sword demon, the mysterious stone sword in his body, and the path of sword cultivation he is taking now.

Under all kinds of coincidences, Zhanbai absolutely believes in his own judgment.

His own origin is only the sword, and the Taisu realm he has achieved must also be the only sword.

Knowing the origin, then the next thing to do is simpler, and of course, more dangerous.

Yin'er constantly sublimates the hypnosis of herself through the endless bed brother's affairs. Zhanbai even thought maliciously that when the two of them did that kind of thing, Yin'er couldn't help but fantasize about herself as a perfect man of all types and types in the world again and again, and all of them fell in love with her, and willingly fell under her pomegranate skirt.

It is this constant self-hypnosis until the consciousness of this "self" is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, implanted in the subconscious, and even spread to every cell of the body.

By analogy, if Zhanbai wants to be promoted to Weijian Taisu, then he must keep hypnotizing himself, and use hypnosis to tell himself that everything in the world is a sword, the sword is the master of everything, the sword is the spirit of all things, the master of creation, and even him......

In fact, because of the identity of the sword demon, it is not difficult for Zhanbai to see himself as a sword, but it is not so easy to only accommodate the existence of a sword in all organs such as his heart, brain, spleen, liver, lungs, etc. Then all he could see would be a sword. All that is heard by the ear can only be a sword. What he smells is the sword, everything he feels is the sword, he lives for the sword, dies for the sword, all of this, if you can't keep the last trace of clarity, let alone be promoted too plainly, and in the end you will become a madman.

Zhan Bai thought about these possibilities clearly, and it was for this reason that before he was ready to hypnotize himself, he spent two days, doing nothing, thinking about nothing, in order to adjust himself to achieve the best mental state and meet the torturous journey that would take no idea how long it would take.

"What is a sword?"

"I used to travel through time and space in search of a sword."

"What is a sword?"

"I have broken my body for the sake of becoming a sword."

"What is a sword?"

"I'm a sword demon, and I paint the skin twice."

"What is a sword?"

"The sword is the only one."

……

Dingzhou, Wuhu, Qixialing.

"The king asked me to patrol the mountains

I'll turn the world around

Beat my drums

Ring my gong

Life is full of rhythm

The king called me to patrol the mountains

……”

At the foot of Qixia Ridge, two figures, one tall and one short, walk on the uneven winding path.

These two people, no, to be exact, should be one demon and one person.

The dwarf who walked in front of him, no more than three feet tall, had the head of a mouse, his clothes were in tatters, he carried a rusty axe, and he held a gong in his hand, which he would strike from time to time. The mouth is humming an unknown minor key, although the five notes are incomplete and there is no beauty of rhythm, but it adds a little funny.

Behind the rat demon was a young and handsome man, nearly six feet tall, twice as tall as the rat demon in front of him, although he was also wearing a tattered hemp robe, but he still couldn't hide his chic bearing.

"Big nephew, why are you depressed, isn't your rat master singing well?" The rat demon suddenly stopped and turned around, changed his previous triumphant, and reprimanded the young man with a straight face.

"Nope." The young man said a perfunctory sentence expressionlessly, still drooping his head.

"Hmph, forgive me for not daring. Because of this song, I was praised by the king...... Okay, Master Rat admits that this song was thought of by you kid, but Lord Rat has also given you benefits. Look at your clothes, the king rewarded you, I didn't want to wear it, so I gave it to you, it was much more majestic than your previous sour robe. The rat demon looked impassioned, pointing at the young man, "To be a man, no, to be a demon is to be content, but also to know how to be grateful." ”

"Big mouse, I just can't figure it out, how can those monsters on the mountain believe that I am your nephew so easily, we don't look like it." The young man scratched his messy head like a chicken nest and asked the questions that had plagued him all the way.

"Hey, hey." Suddenly, the rat demon smiled and lost his eyes, "How else to say that our rat master is smart, those fools, they know how to eat, drink, and sleep all day long, and then they are causing trouble, what do they know?" We only said that my poor sister was blinded by lard, and not only eloped with a mortal, but also gave birth to you, and everything was logical. Shemales have different paths, and the children born are naturally more special, quack. ”

The lie of the rat demon may not be very clever, but the main thing is the IQ of those little demons on the mountain, which is really worrying.

Human-mouse hybridization?

The young man didn't know why, he always felt as if he was scolding himself, but fortunately, he resisted the urge to beat this rat demon who only knew how to cheat and deceive, snorted coldly, don't turn his head, and stop talking.

Who am I?

knew that his name was Zhan Yibai, but he couldn't remember anything in the past.

"Alright, don't think about it. Wouldn't it be nice now? We don't have to be like the group of fools on the mountain, go into battle to kill the enemy, on weekdays, patrol the mountain, beat the gong, or just like today, go down the mountain to collect taxes, and be happy and leisurely. The rat demon seemed to see the reason for Zhan Yibai's depression, so he comforted him.

"Hey, it's okay, if you can't think of it, you don't want to, so why bother yourself." Zhan Yibai's heart warmed, although this rat demon has all kinds of shortcomings, it is not bad for himself.

"Big rat, you just said that we are going to collect taxes this time, what's going on?" Zhan Yibai walked to the rat demon's side in two steps and changed the subject.

"You are stupid, we have a hundred and ten demons up and down Qixialing, and we don't do anything to produce, we only know how to fight and kill and grab land every day, if we don't collect taxes, what do we eat and what do we wear? It's this tax that depends on it. The king has great ambitions, and he has been conquering everywhere for so many years, although he has been defeated, but he still grabs the huge territory of hundreds of miles below. Commanding 100,000 ordinary people, these mortals have no other skills, but they are very good at digging food from the soil. Every year, the family still has some food in stock. Except for some left for food, the rest was naturally taxed and offered to the king. The rat demon said proudly.

It turns out that although this Wuhu Continent is the world of monsters, the speed of reproduction and reproduction is limited, and they really have no talent for farming, and there are still many mortals living on the large land.

These mortals are generally scattered in the form of tribes, ranging in size from large to small. The large tribes numbered tens of thousands, while the smaller ones numbered only 100 people. Although he has been exploited by the demon clan, he still struggles to make a living with tenacity and the speed of reproduction and reproduction.

Today, the task of the rat demon and Zhan Yibai is to go to a small tribe fifty miles away to collect this year's taxes.

The two walked gracefully, although the speed was not fast, but with a good body, they did not need to rest halfway, that is, it took two hours to reach their destination.

Zhan Yibai looked around, the village in front of him was really simple, with dozens of low thatched huts, and from time to time there would be children with bare buttocks, shuttling through them, playing and making trouble.

Seeing this group of children, for some reason, Zhan Yibai felt a sense of intimacy for no reason.