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The grandest Spring Festival in China is coming, the new spring is coming to the earth, and the last winter snow has begun to melt.

The winter is gone, the spring is coming, the earth is full of life, and people who are reluctant to go out because of the cold gradually appear in the streets and alleys, hip-hop and play, so lively.

Many naughty children on the streets of the town are still setting off firecrackers, some wearing the masks of Sun Monkey or Erlang God, holding the plastic weapons they bought, laughing from time to time, and sometimes some children crying because they can't keep up with the rhythm or are overturned on the ground by older children.

As the spring sun shines, two women in down jackets walk together, one of them pushing a child, looking at the children playing in the streets, with a bright smile on their faces.

Her name is Pan Yuhong, and the other is naturally her cousin Su Xiaoju.

Half a year has passed, and the child has grown up healthily, and even has opened two front teeth, not crying or making trouble, only eating, drinking and sleeping.

Pan Yuhong woke up on the fourth night after giving birth, when she didn't wake up for some reason in tears on the bed for a full day and a night, but after waking up, she kept crying, and after calming down, Su Xiaoju learned the reason from her mouth, she actually had a long nightmare in a coma.

In the nightmare, she dreamed that the man was full of learning, and opened his hands to ask for help, but she could do nothing but watch the man lying helplessly in a pool of blood.

"I haven't had that weird dream lately." Su Xiaoju asked worriedly.

Pan Yuhong was slightly stunned, with a hint of worry on her face, and finally slowly shook her head and said, "It's gone." ”

It turned out that after completely recovering, Pan Yuhong was still having that nightmare, and it wasn't until a few days ago that the dream didn't appear in her sleep, and it was precisely because of this that she didn't have insomnia recently, and her complexion was much better than before.

"You really plan to stay here, and you don't think about going to him or going home?" Su Xiaoju hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask something that had been pressed in her heart for a long time.

Pan Yuhong looked at Su Xiaoju with a smile: "What's the matter, my cousin dislikes me and wants to drive me away?" ”

Su Xiaoju said angrily: "I didn't mean that, but I was a little unwilling, you are still young, you can't just accompany this torturer for the rest of your life." ”

"What's so bad?" Pan Yuhong looked at the little guy pushing in the car, with a doting and kind look, and looked very satisfied.

"But the child will always grow up, and when the time comes, he will leave you, and he has his own way to go, what will you do then?" Su Xiaoju was still unwilling and persuaded her.

Pan Yuhong didn't seem to think that far ahead, she was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then said with a smile after a while: "Let's talk about it then, isn't it too early." ”

On the way back for a walk, Su Xiaoju went home first, Pan Yuhong pushed the child back to the rented house, the child was already asleep, looking at the son lying in the cradle, looking at the little guy who was exactly the same as the man in terms of the charm between the eyebrows and the appearance on the chin, Pan Yuhong's nose was sour, and she couldn't help but rush into the bathroom.

……

In the Yunxi area, the people in the village where Hongmiao Village took refuge have long since died in the fire. What is strange is that the authorities did not launch an investigation after the incident, but only blocked the news, and nothing else happened.

This place is relatively remote, in addition to the people nearby who often think of the fire, as for Zhao Zilong's sudden disappearance of more than 200 people, it is said by the local folk to be a ghost novel.

There are ghosts in the col of Hongmiaozhai, there is evil spirit, this news has spread in the vicinity recently, gradually no one dares to appear here, there are many bold people from other places, occasionally come to venture to explore, but there is no gain, and even because the road is difficult and dangerous to fall and injured some tourists, so there are fewer people here recently.

This ancient Hongmiao village gradually lost its life and was no longer inhabited.

It's just that no one expected that four months ago, two men appeared here, and they stayed for months.

It is indeed easy for two men to live together, and they live for months at a time, never separated.

Ahem...... If you don't engage in -base, then there is a problem.

These two men are Zhao Zilong and Tu Shen.

It turned out that after Zhao Zilong's body suddenly changed that day and fell off the cliff, although he was fortunately caught by God Tu, both of them were injured a lot, and when they came to the bottom of the cliff behind the Golden Peak, God Tu fainted on the spot.

Although Zhao Zilong did not have a body of cultivation, but some ordinary people still have the strength, dragged the God of Slaughter to hide in a secret place, rested for most of the night, the next day God Slaughter woke up and healed his injuries, recovered some cultivation and took Zhao Zilong to leave the territory of Emei.

The two of them had made up their minds to enter the small world to find out, but Zhao Zilong temporarily rose up to go to Xiaomu to try his luck, but the result was that he broke the scandal of Wu Qingchen's private meeting with a man, so that he was hit hard by the man, and then it caused the biggest disaster that had been hidden in the body for a long time.

Tu Shen was also seriously injured in order to catch Zhao Zilong, and it was naturally impossible to enter the small world, so after the two left Emei, Zhao Zilong thought of Hongmiao Village, so he came to this empty village after a few days and lived directly.

At the beginning of January, while Tu Shen Hui was cultivating, he used medicinal herbs to treat his injuries. You must know that one hand grinded out the white bones of Sensen, and the other foot was even more bloody and blurry, and a large part of the white bones were worn out, no matter how much he could endure such a terrifying injury, he couldn't bear it, and it took a month or two to fully recover.

As for Zhao Zilong, he has completely become a waste person in the past few months.

The powerful True Yuan power condensed in his body at the beginning was all gone, and his tendons and veins were shattered in many places, and he couldn't continue cultivating at all. Not to mention the powerful cultivation realm at the beginning, it is a problem to want to be as healthy as a normal person.

Although Zhao Zilong had no will to die at that time, and he was tenacious and stubborn to think that he would be able to stand up again one day. However, in the past month, as he learned more and more about his physical condition, he knew that his life was completely ruined, and it was impossible for him to recover his supernatural powers.

God Tu sometimes looked at his lonely figure from a distance, and let out a sigh of helplessness and pity.

Such a cultivation wizard that has not been encountered in a thousand years, is it just wasted?

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The setting sun fell on the top of the mountain, and on the top of the mountain, which had been burned by the fire, Zhao Zilong sat on the site of the ancestral hall wooden building that the Red Miao people had built.

Although it was burned by fire, months have passed, and it is now spring, and many new shoots have grown on the dark ground, and the tender green weeds and tenacious saplings have broken through the scorched black soil, and they are stubbornly blooming with life.

Zhao Zilong sat on the ground, looking at these new shoots calmly, looking at these new plants that could grow stubbornly after the fire, and was silent in his heart.

Even if the fire burns, it will not be able to cut the grass and eradicate the roots. Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows again!

Human beings, are they not even as good as these weeds and trees?

In fact, it was only a matter of time before Zhao Zilong's body would appear in such a situation. He remembered many things these days, especially the incident that had been made to him back then.

If there is no good way to solve the danger it will bring to cultivators in the future, it will be seriously injured, beaten back to its original form and become a waste, or it will die directly on the spot.

Zhao Zilong is considered a lucky person, so he is still alive, but good luck does not mean that he will not become a waste, so now his body has exhausted his power and has become a waste.

If it weren't for the white-clothed man who had snatched Murong at the beginning, and he had given him this set of Buddhist cultivation exercises, Zhao Zilong knew that the problem he had this time had already appeared, and he couldn't delay it until that day when he was on top of the Emei Golden Peak.

It can be said that since opening up the third martial vein, Zhao Zilong's control of the Nameless Exercises has reached the limit of what he can know, and he can be eaten up by the domineering true qi cultivated by the Nameless Exercises at any time.

Later, by coincidence, the master gave him the Wuxiang Sutra, so the domineering true qi in his body was calmed and became much gentler and quieter.

However, how did he know that this was just a superficial phenomenon, even if he had the practice of pranayama and suppression of the Phaseless Sutra, the domineering true qi in his body was still ambitious, and finally was triggered by the master in the Emei Golden Top Wood that night, and finally made Zhao Zilong completely become a waste.

Zhao Zilong has been thinking about these things for the past month, and now that he has figured it out, it is the most bitter and helpless time. It turned out that in the final analysis, he had been a dream of Nanke for the past eight years, and was finally beaten back to his original form.

I am destined to be an ordinary person, as for cultivation, as for what kind of competition for domination of the world, it is just a dream!

Zhao Zilong looked at the new seedlings growing on the ground, and a gentle but bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The spring breeze was blowing in his face, messing up the hair on his head, Zhao Zilong squinted his eyes, sniffed the clearest air, and enjoyed the spring breeze bathed by this handsome mountain forest.

Suddenly, the squinted eyes opened, with a complicated look of shock and surprise in his eyes.

Just now, when he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the spring breeze, he only felt that the dust-like particles hit his face, and it hurt a little.

This is the closest wind to nature in the earth's space, the cleanest spring breeze, and it is naturally impossible to carry dust particles in the wind.

Moreover, the feeling of being blown on the face by a granular object is not dust and other impurities, but something familiar.

The high priest of the Red Miao tribe said at the beginning that this is the power of the witch spirit, and it belongs to the power that can only be perceived and controlled by those who have truly inherited the purest bloodline of the Red Miao people.

Four months ago, in the wood of the mountain bamboo forest behind the golden dome of Emei, the man said two words, Force!

Whether it belonged to the power of the witch spirit or the Force, in short, it was a power that Zhao Zilong had seen before, and it was a power that he was familiar with.

At this moment, the high priest is no longer there, and the man in the wood is not here, and no one has made a move against him Zhao Zilong, only the spring breeze between heaven and earth is blowing and blowing by.

But it was in this situation that he sensed that familiar power!

He was already a wasted person, and he had already lost his skills, even if the God Butcher was standing behind him, he would not be able to detect the other party's existence. However, it was in this situation that he sensed a familiar power, and how could this not surprise him?

So, forcibly suppressing the surprise in his heart, Zhao Zilong closed his eyes again, he wanted to see if it was an illusion just now, and whether he could still perceive the existence of that kind of power again.