Qi Fei appeared in a cold winter city, he stood in front of the gate of an academy, the time was midnight, and the sky was full of snowflakes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of the gate of the academy, under the statue of the Lord God of Light, a young man was sitting.

The young man has a handsome face and resolute eyes, and in his forehand he holds a carving knife and carves a statue of a young girl on a piece of wood.

The girl is pure and beautiful, gentle and elegant, Qi Fei took a closer look, and gently spit out the words "scheming".

After carving the wooden statue, the young man stood up, his eyes were complicated, he looked at the statue, looked at the carving knife again, sighed and said: "What should be forgotten will always be forgotten, this kind of knife method is called flat knife flow." ”

Qi Fei smiled slightly, turned around, saw a huge mirror on the wall of the academy, and slammed into it.

This is a vast world, this is a woman of peerless elegance and peerless beauty.

She is just a mortal body, and her cultivation is difficult, but she goes against the sky, breaks the shackles of the sky, and uses her mortal body to fight against various special physiques, which is amazing.

She came step by step from blood and tears, she commanded the world, shook the ages, she stared at the starry sky, and broke the ancient and modern.

She was holding a grimace mask, with tears on it, as if crying instead of crying, as if laughing instead of laughing, with sadness in laughter, and laughter in sadness.

She seemed to see Qi Fei, glanced at him casually, and then gently put on the grimace mask.

Qi Fei was silent, thinking for a moment, and then turned around and threw himself into a mirror.

Heaven and earth Xuanhuang, the universe is desolate, the sun and the moon are shining, and the Chensu is listed.

Heaven does not give birth to a master, and eternity is as long as a long night.

Qi Fei looked at the crescent moon in the sky, looked at a tall woman and a man who was not handsome, sighed, and re-entered the mirror.

This time the roaming time is longer.

Qi Fei appeared in a square, and he saw a group of teenagers surrounding a stone tablet-like thing.

Before he could get closer, he heard "Fighting power, three sections!" Voice.

Qi Fei hurriedly stopped, quickly turned his head, turned around and left.

He found a mirror on the side, and as if he was in a hurry to leave this world, he eagerly plunged into it.

In front of him, new worlds kept changing, and Qi Fei kept shuttling back and forth in various worlds, and before he knew it, he had traveled all over the three thousand worlds.

The third thousandth world is a small town, and there is a simple bluestone road in the town.

The sun sets, dusk comes, the afterglow of the setting sun sweeps everywhere in the town, there are naughty children playing on the side of the bluestone road, and there is more enticing cooking incense.

"There are strange people in the world, specializing in selling absurd dreams to comfort the frustrated. When you wake up from a dream, Tule is in a dream. What is life? A dream in a hundred years. ”

A Taoist came from afar, a tall and burly man, his face was like a knife and a pen, followed by a dozen urchins of different heights.

The naughty boy chased after the Taoist with a piece of earth and stones, and the Taoist just laughed.

Qi Fei's eyes were sharp, and when he saw that the earth and stone thing had not yet fallen on the Taoist, it seemed to be blocked by a barrier and slid to the ground.

He hurriedly stepped forward: "Dao Chief, please." ”

The Taoist stopped and looked at Qi Fei with a smile: "Little lady, what is the so-called matter?" ”

Qi Fei blushed when he heard the word "little lady" at first glance, covered his face with his sleeves, and said shyly: "Please also ask the name of Changgao?" ”

The Taoist smiled in his eyes, waved his sleeves, and immediately blocked the group of naughty children behind him, and said: "Poor Dao calls himself Songluo Daoren, and his real name is Gao Tang. ”

Gao Tang! Qi Fei's head suddenly sobered up, and he whispered: "Please also ask Dao Chang to help me leave this mirror world." ”

Songluo Daoren smiled slightly: "What's so difficult about this." ”

I saw the Taoist step forward, came to Qi Fei's side, stretched out his hand and gently pushed, Qi Fei only heard a "click", and he actually reappeared in the glass mirror building.

He looked down at the thousands of mirrors around him, and he didn't know which one he had jumped out of.

At this moment, he had already realized that the Three Thousand World Mirrors should all be the doppelgangers of the Gao Tang Mirror, or the Three Thousand World Mirrors formed the Gao Tang Mirror.

He has also seen that the Songluo Dao person is the soul of Gao Tang Mirror.

However, a magic weapon of Gao Tang Mirror's level, he didn't think that he could collect it, and as for the forcible collection, it was even more of a dream.

The magic weapon is also divided into many grades, and the high-level ones can only be collected by the emperor, what are they coming from, the spirit gathering level? What is the spirit gathering level, it must not have reached Jindan yet, if those high-level magic weapons are willing, they only need to exert external coercion, and they are not something they can compete with.

He stood in the center of Wanjing Tower, his mind was complicated, looking at the mirrors everywhere reflecting himself, peach cheeks and pink face, enchanting figure, and his hatred for the Tiangong system for a while was like the flooding of the Yellow River, out of control.