"I'm three years old. ”

Xia Ji was in a good mood, but he was caught in the middle and fell asleep... It's not good.

"Don't kick the quilt, Sister Xiaoyi, hold him down, the little fairy has not had a good schedule lately...

I have to help him adjust, when I was in town, I often listened to Aunt Wang next door talk about taking care of children.

This child must live a regular life, otherwise it will hurt him. ”

The energetic baby-faced girl muttered.

Another girl known as "Sister Xiaoyi" looked spicy, "I won't press it!" Or, Xiaofei, tell him a story, I heard that children like to listen to stories, and presumably Xiaoxian is no exception. ”

The two girls are named Su Yi and Feng Fei.

"But, I don't know how to tell it, when I was a child, Aunt Wang next door only told me psychic stories, and I remember a few psychic stories. ”

"It's not good, the little fairy is moving again, hold him down, you can't let him mess around, it's night, you have to sleep. ”

"Then tell a story..."Su Yi was very big-headed.

"Ahem... All right. ”

Feng Fei had no choice but to start, "Once upon a time in a very old mountain village, the people in this village were isolated from the world, one day, a stranger suddenly appeared in the village, she seemed to have fled for her life, the old man of the mountain village did not want to take this woman in, so he expelled her from the village, but this woman was unwilling to leave, as if there was something very scary outside.

There were also some people with a conscience in the mountain village, and they agreed to accept this woman, and this woman was also very beautiful.

As a result, they had a controversy......"

She began to tell the story in a baba manner, and when the two girls were too frightened to speak.

Su Yi asked vigorously: "What happened later?"

But... Xia Ji was already asleep.

What a boring story.

It's better to sleep.

At this time, he had already determined that after his rebirth, he was an independent soul of restart.

Although there was still a connection with the terrifying, disintegrated and sealed body, even with a single thought, he could re-summon those bodies to return, devour the souls of the present, restore the body, and then fall asleep and evolve towards the Heavenly Dao.

But as long as he doesn't think about it, none of this will happen.

And according to Bai Yama, as long as one's soul is enough to match that body, he will not be lost again.

Physical training and soul refining are both necessary.

In his previous life, he was considered a physical exercise.

In this life, he wants to refine his soul.

In his previous life, he was arranged to embark on the path of becoming a Heavenly Dao.

Heaven is ruthless, if there is no emotion, no memory, no everything, what is the difference between that and death?

In this life, he will go his own way.

Time, on the other hand, is the least important thing for the universe...

Especially for a hundred years and a thousand years, it is simply a snap of a finger.

He can completely lift the quilt and shock the two young ladies with a domineering attitude.

But he didn't.

Because, he wants to be a normal human being.

So, he chose to sleep in a low-key way.

He fell asleep.

There are no dreams.

The two girls were scared by the psychic story all night.

The next day...

The three-year-old boy suddenly opened his eyes, carefully climbed out between the two girls, made his own milk powder, took the bottle and thought about it, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the mountain.

Sit on the overhang.

The boy hung his legs in the air, and his left hand propped up on the cold ground, looking out at the sea of clouds in the morning.

The sky, the sun casts in late spring in 1064 A.D.

The boy looked up at the scorching sun.

The scorching sun... It's like an eye looking down on the world.

It's the eyes of his being.

Can you actually penetrate the secret realm?

It's terrifying.

The boy shook his head, trying not to think about himself.

He brought the pacifier to his lips in a dashing manner and sucked it in a big gulp.

Although I ate the fruit of Bigu, as a human being, how could I not drink milk powder when I was a child?

Therefore, Xia Ji decided to develop a good habit of drinking milk powder.

After drinking the milk, the sound of the young lady looking for it came from a distance, and he quietly hid behind the bamboo forest.

Feng Fei and Su Yi searched for a while, but they didn't see him go far away again.

Xia Ji walked out at this time.

Pluck a bamboo branch again.

Begin to realize quietly.

In the previous life, there were many mystical methods, but they lacked special mystical qi, but they were all unable to practice.

But it doesn't matter...

Xia Ji closed his eyes.

Feeling the sun, moon and stars, feeling the connection between himself and the universe, and the connection outside the universe, and fantasizing about the two terrifying and indescribable rivers.

The bamboo branch is like a knife, cutting into the void.

He opened his eyes and thought for a moment, "My hands are shaking, I'm in a hurry, I'll do it again." ”

I don't know when, the two young ladies found this place again.

Looking at the gazebo boy dancing with bamboo branches...

Both were stunned.

"It's worthy of a little fairy, so young can dance a knife and make a gun by yourself?"

"The little fairy is so cute. ”

The two of them knew that this kid was extraordinary, and after watching it for a while, they practiced their own exercises around.

That's it.

The three of them practiced with peace of mind on the mountain.

And before you know it, time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is already 100 days later.

Leaves fall in late autumn.

The moon never returned.

Xia Ji is also almost four years old.

He didn't need any exercises at all.

He himself is the ultimate in martial arts, and even the name of the grandmaster cannot describe his ability.

Sitting in the gazebo, he looked out at the sunset.

A black and indescribable shadow suddenly floated behind him.

"Sure enough, even if I do it all over again, I'm still me..."

Smell it seven times.

Xia Ji shook his head, he didn't need to look at it to know that this was his own way, and it was Bai Yao.

But there is a wonderful connection between Bai Ye and him, and there is a wonderful estrangement.

"Now that I've heard the word, then I don't need to stay in this courtyard any longer.

Life always needs a beginning.

It's time for me to go down. ”

The three-year-old boy said goodbye to the two young ladies directly.

The young lady wanted to hold him, but how could it be?

Xia Ji stood in front of the barrier set by the hazy moon.

Take a step forward.

Illusion is born.

Xia Ji looked up.

Opposite stood an expressionless girl.

Her hand was gripping the iron chisel behind her back.

At the moment when the eyes met.

The pitch-black and staggering figure stabbed straight at him like electricity, the iron hammer rubbing against the air, but it did not make any sound, not even any fluctuations and perceptible currents.

Death lock.

A drill is coming in an instant.

And behind the girl there was a strange figure, blind, with a smile on her lips, wrapped in a white bandage all over her body, but her exposed skin was white and flawless, and the back figure held a long black thorn, with her stabbing at the same time.

This double superposition gives the iron chisel a sense of distance extension.

The moment people see the iron drill, it is as if they have died.

This is the barrier under the light of the moon.

Three years ago, Shui Qingqian explained to her that Xia Ji couldn't go out if he didn't defeat her.

Iron spurs came.

Death stabs.

Xia Ji tilted his head slightly.

This must be a thorn in the thorn and dodge.

He was holding a bottle in his left hand, and the bamboo knot in his right hand had been pierced.

An indescribable phantage emerges only a long gray hair from the light mist.

Hair with stabs.

The black electricity stopped, revealing the form of the hazy moon.

The figure was completely shattered under the thorn of this bamboo branch!

Feng Fei and Su Yi also rushed into the barrier, but they were killed by the illusion in an instant, and they stood in front of the door weakly, looking at the barrier with worried faces.

They may not be able to leave this place for the rest of their lives.

It's just that the little fairy likes to run around so much.

They were killed in seconds when they entered, let alone a three-year-old child?

If he's injured, will he be seriously ill?

Just as he was thinking about it, the barrier opened.

In the eyes of the two young girls...

The three-year-old boy was holding a bamboo in his right hand and holding a bottle in his left hand, sucking heavily.