"Stinky boy, stop me! I let you run last time, this time see if I don't break your legs! ”

In the bustling street, there was a shout and scolding from afar, and then, from the bustling crowd, a thin figure emerged. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unkempt and ragged. Obviously, the limbs are thin as wood, as if they will be broken at a moment's notice. But from that skinny body, it burst out with amazing speed.

It was a little beggar who was now running forward with all his might. At the same time, the little black hand was pinching a snow-white steamed bun and desperately stuffing it into his mouth.

Perhaps because he was too hungry, he finished eating a steamed bun in three or two bites, and looked at a few steamed buns that were still steaming in his arms, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

He turned his head and grimaced at the guy at the bun shop who had just squeezed out of the crowd and was out of breath, and then despite the guy's fire-breathing eyes, he squeezed into the crowd again, and soon disappeared.

……

"Sir, I'm back!"

In the ruined temple outside the city, a weak young man who looked like a scholar looked at the little beggar who was holding a few steamed buns with excitement on his face, his brows couldn't help frowning, and his expression was slightly displeased.

"You're going to the bun shop in the city again?"

The little beggar scratched his head and said with some shame, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm so hungry." ”

The young man's eyes swept over the little beggar with a yellow face and thin muscles, sighed slightly, and said softly: "That's it, don't take it as an example!" ”

Seeing that the young man was no longer pursuing it, the little beggar's face was happy, but before he could say anything, his stomach was crying out at this time. He looked at the young man with a little embarrassment, carefully took out a steamed bun from his arms and bit it hard.

Just chewed a few times, as if thinking of something, the little beggar hurriedly took out a steamed bun again, respectfully handed it to the young man, and said with a smile: "Sir, here you go!" ”

The young man shook his head slowly, did not reach out to pick up the steamed buns handed by the little beggar, and closed his eyes and remained silent.

The little beggar seemed to be accustomed to this scene, and he didn't say much. He silently walked to the corner to the side, sat on the scattered thatch, and continued to nibble on his steamed buns.

This gentleman has been living since he suddenly appeared in the ruined temple where he was staying half a year ago. At first, the little beggar was not very comfortable with this, but after a long time, he gradually began to talk to the young people.

During a certain chat, when the young man mentioned his identity as a teacher, the little beggar began to argue for the young man to teach him to read. The dream of the little beggar is to be a literate beggar.

The young man readily agreed, and from then on, the little beggar called him sir, and just like that, half a year passed in a hurry.

During this period, the little beggar rarely saw the young man eating, although he was curious, is the gentleman not hungry if he does not eat? But maybe he was frightened by the young man's usual serious appearance, so he didn't dare to ask more.

This young man is lawless! To be precise, it should be the reincarnation body of the Heavenless Divine Soul!

Ever since Wutian ventured into the purple-gold vortex, his soul had been drawn to a mysterious world. In this world, there is a small reincarnation, and his soul is constantly experiencing reincarnation in this reincarnation.

And this young man is also the reincarnation of Wutian this time, and he is a teacher. Of course, for Wutian, it doesn't matter whether Mr. Teacher teaches or not.

The purpose of reincarnation is to feel the seven emotions and six desires, to experience the heat and coldness of the world, and to heal the creation of the soul.

What is reincarnation, the continuity of life and death, and there is no end.

What is red dust, sinking into the soil and sand, one after another.

What is Dao Heart?

I turn reincarnation into red dust, I wash the heart of the Tao with red dust, the heart of the Tao is also the heart of the people, and the heart of the Tao is firm, so that we can go far!

Wutian sat cross-legged, and after a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at the sleeping little beggar, and a fine light suddenly shot out of his eyes.

"This purple-gold vortex is indeed extremely mysterious, and it actually contains a small reincarnation within it, which can actually make my divine soul continue to reincarnate in it! Counting this life, from the time I entered that purple-gold vortex to the present, I have experienced a total of 10,000 reincarnations! ”

Wutian calculated silently in his heart.

"Although the reincarnation here is not as good as the real reincarnation, let's call it pseudo-reincarnation, after 10,000 pseudo-reincarnations, it can be regarded as helping me completely complete the damaged divine soul!"

"Moreover, this purple-gold vortex seems to be a pseudo-reincarnation, but every time I experience a reincarnation, the more I can feel, not so much that this is a reincarnation, but that this is a supernatural inheritance!"

Divine powers, different from ordinary spells, are closer to the true meaning of the Tao and can exert greater power. Divine powers are extremely rare, and in the cultivation realm, it is common for a magical power to fight for the head to break the blood, and even attract the disaster of annihilation.

Generally speaking, with a supernatural power, you can become an invincible existence in the same level, and it is not impossible to even skip the level of challenge!

"And this supernatural power seems to be related to the red dust, I woke up in the 6831st reincarnation, and at that time, there were 6,831 more red dust marks on my divine soul. After that, every time you go through a reincarnation, there will be an extra mark of red dust. ”

Wutian recalled carefully.

"A reincarnation is an experience of red dust, a baptism of the Dao heart, and my soul will also leave a mark of red dust!"

Saying this, the power of the Heavenless Divine Soul suddenly exploded, and on the surface of the Divine Soul, a red dust mark suddenly melted. Immediately after, the melting mark burst open, turning into a hazy light, enveloping the lawless divine soul.

One foot!

This is the distance the light spreads in all directions!

Wutian's eyes condensed slightly, looking at the hazy light that surrounded him thoughtfully. Then his mind moved, and another red dust mark melted, also turning into a hazy light, enveloping his soul.

Two feet!

The mind moved again, and the third red dust mark melted.

Sanzhang!

Fourth, fifth, sixth......

As the red dust imprints melted one by one, the diffusion range of the hazy light also increased.

Ten red dust imprints, ten hazy lights!

Fifty red dust imprints, fifty feet of hazy light!

The red dust imprints a hundred ways, and the hazy light is hundred!

Wutian found that the diffusion range of this hazy light depends on the number of red dust imprints, one red dust imprint is one zhang, two are two zhang, and then increase, one hundred dao, is one hundred zhang!

The red dust marks on Wutian's body have a total of ten thousand paths, so if he melts all the red dust marks, then he will eventually be able to spread the hazy light to ten thousand square circles.

However, to Wutian's disappointment, he found that when he melted the Red Dust Mark to a thousand paths, no matter what he did, he could no longer melt even a single Red Dust Mark, as if he had reached a bottleneck.

This is because of the lack of cultivation, with Wutian's current cultivation, at most, he can only emit a thousand feet of hazy light.

"Qianzhang, is this my current limit?"

Wutian's eyes flickered slightly, his face was calm, and he muttered to himself.

"This hazy light should be regarded as a magical power that combines illusion and soul magic, but I don't know what its power is?"

A thought flashed through Wutian's mind, but unfortunately, in this small reincarnation world, except for the power of reincarnation, everything is illusory, and no one can be found to help him try his moves.

"In that case, let's get out!"

The corners of Wutian's mouth smiled, he had a feeling that ten thousand ways were the limit of the red dust mark, and in the future, even if Wutian was reincarnated for thousands of lifetimes, he would no longer condense even half of the red dust mark.

Wutian hid the hazy light, carefully felt the dense red dust imprint on the divine soul, looked at this piece of heaven and earth, and said: "The hazy light is condensed with the red dust imprint, and it can eventually reach ten thousand zhang, then call you ten thousand zhang red dust trick!"

When the words fell, there was a sudden fluctuation between heaven and earth, Wutian's eyes lit up, and he smiled: "It turns out that you are this name, it seems that we are really destined!"

Putting away his smile, Wutian's gaze fell on the little beggar, and he sighed slightly: "I don't know if you are just a phantom, and I don't know if the reincarnation here will collapse after I leave."

groaning slightly, Wutian seemed to have made a certain decision, "Okay, meeting is fate, and I will give you a creation." As he spoke, he pointed out, and a light shot out from his fingertips, which instantly entered the mind of the sleeping little beggar.

"I have imprinted the words of this world, as well as the famous works and sentences of countless literati and for three thousand years, one by one, it is up to you to go to which step, but at least, you can ensure the glory of your life."

After thinking for a while, Wutian pointed out again and said, "Add this!"

The light shot into my mind, turned into a story, and imprinted in it, it was the masterpiece of Wen Jing, the story of the monkey!

"Reincarnation for eternity is just a false dream!"

Wutian muttered, he looked at the ruined statue in the ruined temple with his eyes distracted, his thoughts fluttering, recalling the reincarnation experience again and again, and his gaze gradually became firm.

"My dream, it's time to wake up!"

……

In the purple-gold vortex, the figure of Wutian loomed. And with the spread of the reincarnation fluctuations, Wutian's eyes that had been closed for a month finally opened up at this moment!

Suddenly, two substantive-like golden rays shot out from those eyes, breathtaking, and an indescribable mysterious fluctuation spread.

The figure flashed, and Wutian appeared next to the blind man. When he opened his eyes, he was first happy, and felt the change in the aura of Wutian, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Wutian seriously.

"You've gotten stronger!"

Opened his eyes and said blindly, at this moment, his heart was already turbulent, in just one month, he was so strong, what kind of cultivation speed against the sky is this?

Listening to the sigh of being blind, Wutian smiled slightly, and couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

"By the way, how long has it been since I went in?"

Suddenly, Wutian's heart jumped slightly, and a very serious question came to mind: Is the time inside the purple-gold vortex equal to the time outside?

If it is equal, then after eternal reincarnation...... Wutian didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"It's just past January!"

Hearing this, Wutian seemed to have unloaded a heavy load, and breathed a sigh of relief, this result was within his tolerance.