"Is it true that the human race can't cultivate into a true immortal?"

I don't know when, Mo Ran, who hadn't spoken for a long time, asked leisurely.

Fuso replied: "Of course not. What's the matter, you're not human, why do you care about this?"

"Why do I think you're scolding me?" Mo Ran felt weird, but also, Mo Ran was not human.

Fusang leaned against the door and said slowly: "Didn't you say before that you wanted to go to the heavens to see? In fact, the heavenly realm is no different from the human realm, and there are palaces, city-state bazaars, and all kinds of gods and spirits in the sky. The human realm and the human race were originally created by Nuwa according to the heavenly realm and the divine race. ”

Mo Ran suddenly realized: "Really? In that case, there seems to be no difference between people, gods, and demons in essence, but the living environment is different. ”

Fusang nodded and said, "Correct explanation, but the Heavenly Emperor and some immortals in the sky prefer to engage in the 'self-respecting' set, so the human race doesn't know about this." What they didn't know was that no matter how hard they cultivated, they wouldn't be able to transcend the Five Elements like the Protoss, and it would be even more impossible for them to ascend. ”

"Then I'm a half-demon, do I have a chance?" Mo Ran was curious, although he was going back, it didn't hurt to ask.

"The demon physique is indeed more suitable for cultivation than the human race, with this god monarch here, if you want to go up to the sky, you can still do it. After that, Fusang raised his eyebrows, "But if you want to become a god, I don't count." ”

Mo Ran casually picked up a grass whisker from the grass and asked thoughtfully: "The demon race is obviously stronger than the human race, but why does the god race favor the human race?"

Fusang asked, "As a half-demon, you don't know why the demon clan was born?"

Mo Ran paused, thought about it, Mo Ran didn't have this answer in his memory, and replied: "I don't know, no one has taught me these things since I was a child." ”

Fusang took the trouble to explain to Mo Ran: "When Nuwa created human beings, she didn't expect that human beings could give birth to souls, so there was no underworld at first, and then more and more people died, and people's souls wandered in the world and had nowhere to go. And the soul of a person who can become a demon must have some kind of obsession or resentment, so the demon will be more powerful than mortals, but it is also more likely to have evil thoughts. ”

Mo Ran was indignant: "Just because the demons are more likely to have evil thoughts, they all exclude the demons, what! It's just that the stepmother gave birth! This is simply that you are weak and you are reasonable, I am strong and I deserve it!" I don't know if it is because she is becoming more and more skilled with this body at present, resulting in her really being able to empathize with Mo Ran.

"But I've always believed that good and evil are only in the heart, not in the race. Fusang looked at Mo Ran with an expression of "I'm optimistic about you", "So, you have to cultivate hard, if you can really enter the god class, you may be able to change the world's view of demons." ”

Mo Ran shook the grass whiskers in his hand and shook his head, "Forget it, I don't think so, you don't know people too well, people are like this, you don't want to admit your mistakes easily, how can you admit that demons are born because of people." ”

Fusang smiled helplessly: "I think you're just lazy, and you're really good at making excuses." ”

"No, no, no, it's not lazy, it's just that I can see it thoroughly. Mo Ran looked like he had seen through the red dust, and said seriously.

"By the way, the half-demon is really a container as we said in the play?A container that can be used to deal with powerful demonic beasts?" Mo Ran suddenly thought of what he saw in the play, if this is the case, then she will not be more dangerous, if she encounters more powerful demons than her, then these demons are not to get rid of her quickly. The heart says this is terrible, if people want to kill her, the devil won't kill her too, right?

Fusang said calmly: "I'll tell you the truth, it's the first time I've heard of it." ”

"I thought you knew everything......" Mo Ran shrugged, and could only comfort himself that it was just a fiction in the play.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard an angry shout: "Who plucked my beard!"

Mo Ran exclaimed, "Who?

Fusang waved his hand, and a white-bearded old man appeared in front of him, with an angry face.

When the old man saw that he had appeared, he was overjoyed: "Hey, I have cultivated into the flesh?"

"Who are you?" Mo Ran looked at the old man with a confused expression.

Fusang pointed to the "grass beard" in Mo Ran's hand and said, "You pulled out the ginseng mustache of the human family, and asked who the family was." ”

Listening to Fusang's words, the old man reacted, bowed his hand and said, "Thank you God for giving me a physical body." ”

"Ah, I'm sorry, I really didn't know it was your beard," Mo Ran smiled awkwardly as he spoke, and hurriedly returned the ginseng whisker in his hand to the old man, "You take it." ”

When the old man saw that Fusang was there, it was not easy to have a seizure, so he had to swallow his anger. glanced at Mo Ran hatefully.

"You don't have to thank me, you don't have to look around her in my face, if you want to fight, don't smash things. Fusang smiled playfully, whispered a few words to the old man, and then entered the house and closed the door.

Seeing the old man of ginseng glaring at her, Mo Ran smiled, thinking that he hadn't been active for a long time, and asked, "Do you want to fight?"

Although the old man of ginseng has just obtained his human form, he is also a thousand-year-old ginseng, and his spiritual cultivation is no worse than that of Mo Ran, but he is not very familiar with his body when he cultivates his human form for the first time. After fighting with Mo Ran for two rounds, Mo Ran used the Confusion Technique, but he only trapped the old man of ginseng for a moment, and when Mo Ran wanted to take the opportunity to attack, he recovered, but every time he recovered, he could only barely avoid Mo Ran's attack, but he couldn't use his tricks to contain her.

In the third round, the thousand-year-old ginseng learned from the experience of the previous two times, and quickly conjured up a labyrinthine bamboo forest when Mo Ran's control technique was unprepared, trapping Mo Ran in it and not being able to get out. She found her way through the woods, marking every bamboo she passed. However, walking around is still in circles.

Mo Ran muttered, "Is this called a ghost hitting the wall?"

"Hey, old man ginseng, if you have the ability, we will compete with our fists and feet, what kind of ability is the ability to set up a formation?"

Mo Ran shouted to the bamboo in front of her, she still didn't know much about the formation in the five elements, otherwise she wouldn't have been trapped by the Huashan Sword Formation that day and almost died.

However, the thousand-year-old ginseng did not respond.

"That's boring, didn't I just pull out your beard, I didn't mean to, why are you so stingy!"

At the end, the thousand-year-old ginseng responded: "You said that you want to compare fists and feet, when will you only rely on fists and feet? As long as you break my formation before sunset, we will be written off." ”

"Hey, you're still energetic!" Mo Ran rolled up his sleeves and punched the bamboo in front of him, except for a muffled sound and a pain in his hand, the formation did not move at all, she was still in the bamboo forest.

Thinking of competing with Xiaohualing a few days ago, he was still complacent about his ability, and at this moment he began to doubt himself.

After wandering in the woods for a long time, it was almost time for the sun to set, and I still couldn't find a way out.

Just like she wanted to return to her own world but had no choice, her mind was in turmoil now, thinking that it had been months since she had come here for some reason, and she still had no clue how to go back, was she going to stay here until she was old and died?

Could it be that she has always been Mo Ran, and the memory of Zhang Yan in her mind is only because of Mo Ran's injury, which caused her brain to be deranged?

"No, it must not be, I must find a way to prove that I really don't belong here! I will definitely find a way out!" Mo Ran stubbornly struggled with the thoughts in his head.

Slowly, the sun sets over Yu Yuan, and night begins to fall. The moon and stars rose slowly, big and dazzling, like a pearl, and a grain of broken gold, but Mo Ran was not in the mood to appreciate these.