The water is rippling, and a boat crosses.

In the cabin...

"The most terrifying thing is the mirage, no matter who you are, when you meet the mirage, you don't know if you are dead. ”

"Why?" asked the companion curiously.

"Because, when you're burned to death, you're still immersed in hallucinations. ”

After the martial artist surnamed Jin finished speaking, there was silence around him.

Suddenly, someone asked, "What about the Black Emperor?"

The martial artist surnamed Jin said: "Uncle said that it is only possible to meet the Black Emperor when you reach the depths of the robbery, but because the people you see are dead, I don't know."

However, it is said that this black emperor was a prince of the previous dynasty more than a hundred years ago. ”

"How could the prince become a bad omen?"

"I don't know such secrets. ”

"Brother Jin, you know a lot... Now to go to the north, you need to pass the test of Linjiang Mansion and obtain the order to cross the river, you have to take care of the brothers more. ”

"Of course, my uncle is the patrol lieutenant of Linjiang Mansion. ”

While several young warriors were chatting, the ferry had already docked.

Xia Ji walked past them, spent a few days procuring a large amount of supplies, stored them in a nearby private estate, and then rolled into the storage space with a wave of his sleeves.

After doing all this, he went back to the underground transfer station he set up in Jiangnan, and then returned to the overseas island - Xanadu.

...

On the island, Xia Ji took out all the supplies.

Pang Yi and his wife soon ran over and began to restock.

Xia Ji asked casually, "What about your senior brother?"

Pang Yi said: "Senior brother and senior aunt went to the ruined capital Jedi together. The elder sister took the dog girl to the dessert Jedi. Didn't come back. ”

Xia Ji nodded, he knew both of them.

The ruined capital Jedi is full of giants with knives, and even if the wind blows the snow and does not take the Jedi order, they can go in and explore the periphery.

The dessert Jedi does not match its name at all, although there are many desserts in it, but it is a place where "thriller events" happen from time to time, so Xu Lingling grabbed the Jedi Order and only dared to move on the outermost edge.

In today's forbidden land, both the slaves and the Wu family from a hundred years ago have completed the transition, and they have even begun to forget their original identities, and there has been an intermarriage between the two parties in the younger generation.

Xia Ji said: "Xiao Yi also needs to work hard, people have no long-term concerns, there must be near-term worries, this world is not so easy to live." ”

"Got it, teacher. ”

Xia Ji suddenly said: "If the teacher is not there one day, you must guard the paradise well, and you must not let anyone know about this place." ”

Pang Yi hurriedly said: "How can the teacher not be there." ”

Xia Ji looked at him quietly.

Pang Yi nodded at this time and said solemnly: "That disciple must keep the paradise and wait for the teacher to come back." ”

"Thank you. ”

"Disciple, everything is..."

"You and I don't have to say these words anymore. ”

Xia Ji smiled and walked back to his manor.

Perched on a low cliff, his estate offers an expansive view of the evergreen fields of the four seasons.

He walked lightly, walked to the front of the house, entered, and went around the arch, and found that the door of the study was open, and a small figure was sitting behind the door with a pen and writing something.

It was Lu Miaomiao.

Xia Ji walked forward, although his steps were not heavy, he did not deliberately restrain himself.

But Lu Miaomiao was extremely focused and didn't notice him at all.

With the golden sunlight cast on the sea by thousands of miles of clouds, Xia Ji saw that there were many books piled up behind his wife, and there were two books on the table that seemed to have been written.

He walked into the study, but Miao Miao ignored him, but continued to think and write.

Xia Ji curiously grabbed a book on the table, flipped it slightly, and couldn't help but be stunned.

He wrote this book.

The content is the dark purple and above Xuan Gong in the skill beads.

He decided to write all these powerful mystical skills, which can be regarded as the inheritance of Xanadu.

And the book he grabbed at this time, the title of the book happened to be the skill he originally acquired, "Eighteen Towns and Prison Strength".

He flipped quickly, quickly reaching the end.

At the end, there were a lot of empty sheets of paper, but now they were full of words and some strange pictures.

Xia Ji looked at it carefully, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but shake his body, and even he had his eyes showing excitement.

He flipped through the book gently, and when he finished reading the last word, a black skill bead rose from his eyebrows.

This is the black skill bead corresponding to "Eighteen Towns and Prison Strength".

Xia Ji used it directly, and sure enough, the "Eighteen Towns Prison Strength", which had not been able to break through the tenth layer for more than a hundred years, broke through.

He walked out of the study, walked into the sun, and raised his left hand at will, the left hand suddenly expanded, and the muscles and flesh moved, and before long, it turned out to be a real black and gold giant hand.

The palm pattern in the giant hand is carved into a real picture of hell, and the ghosts are forested, walking slowly in the horizontal and vertical palm prints, but most of them are crawling, thus presenting a treacherous picture curtain.

Xia Ji remembered that this method on the ninth layer was just to make the palm of his hand a few times larger, and his strength was greatly increased, and he vaguely showed a double law appearance on the outside.

But now, this hand is real...

He waved it casually, only to feel that not only was his strength increased, but there were other changes, but he couldn't try anything.

After a little thought, Xia Ji's right hand drew a "Ghost Talisman" in the void and slapped it into the ground.

A moment later, a dark mass with some evil aura surfaced to the ground.

Xia Ji grabbed it with his left hand, and he directly grabbed the black thing.

"Sure enough, it's different, I can catch the spirit. ”

He shoved the evil ghost back into the ground at will, and was so frightened by the evil spirit that he lost his soul, and ran away as soon as he smoked away.

Xia Ji's left hand was restored to its original state, he came to the study again, and opened the second book, which is also a mystical skill, Xia Ji turned directly to the end, and sure enough, the blank page was also full of handwriting.

After he read it carefully, a black skill bead rose again in the center of his eyebrows.

He used it directly, and this Xuan Gong actually broke through to the tenth layer.

At this time, Miaomiao stopped her pen, stretched out in the spring, showed a tired look, and saw Xia Ji, "Xianggong, you're back." ”

Xia Ji said: "Miaomiao, how did you write the Xuangong behind?"

Miaomiao said: "These days when you went out, I came to the study to clean, and accidentally dropped a book, I turned it through a few times when I put it back, and suddenly I felt that the book was a little broken, so I made up for what I was thinking about." ”

Xia Ji was confused.

Miaomiao said: "I don't know what's going on, maybe you've been reading and writing books all these years, and you've been teaching me to cultivate, although I haven't learned it, but I have also understood a lot of martial arts, and then I have thought a lot, and I have inspiration." ”

Inspiration?

Xia Ji was a little stunned, because this was not something that inspiration could explain, and he couldn't do it himself.

Lu Miaomiao saw that Xia Ji was silent, and whispered with some fear: "Did I write it wrong..."

As soon as Xia Ji looked up, he saw her tired little face.

He said, "That's right. ”

"Don't lie to me..."

"I kid you not, you've written so well, Miaomiao, you're such a treasure. ”

Xia Ji took out a box of exquisitely packaged skewers from the storage space in his arms, still hot, "For you." ”

Lu Miaomiao grabbed the skewers and took a deep breath, "It's still the taste of more than a hundred years ago~~"

...

...

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, year after year.

The manor has become old, with mottled stone walls and broken wooden chairs, and it is clear that they are all old houses.

In the study, the pair of men and women, who still looked like beautiful people, sat respectfully opposite each other.

A pot of tea, two people drink, and if they drink it all, they take turns to add tea.

Reading and writing books has become a common hobby between the two.

Although the days were ordinary, Xia Ji gained more and more ten-layer Xuangong as time passed, that is, the Xuangong at the level of the Dharma body.

Actually, this is already a BUG.

These many bugs were imposed on Xia Ji, so that the Dharma Body he was able to transform began to slowly surpass the original limitations.

But on the contrary to him, Lu Miaomiao not only failed to break through any realm, but also began to become weak, and no matter what measures Xia Ji took, she couldn't recover.

This is not a sickness, nor is it a curse of a spiritual nature, and it is not a toxin, Xia Ji checked it by various means, but he did not find the slightest abnormality.

He also fed many precious pills, but these pills were of no use.

Lu Miaomiao is like slowly aging, although her appearance remains the same, she is more and more prone to fever and cold, and she has also begun to become lethargic.

Although fields have been planted in the open space of the paradise, Xia Ji still maintains the tradition of going out to buy supplies.

Whenever he goes out, Xu Lingling or Xia Ji will not go anywhere, but accompany Miaomiao.

Time flies.

Perhaps in eternity, a hundred years is just a year.

After a hundred years, it is as if a year has passed.

Among Xia Ji's many methods, all the skills above dark purple have already broken through the tenth layer.

And this brought him a third kind of supernatural power in addition to "flying knives" and "yin and yang" - seventy-two changes.

In short, he has produced many, many Dharma Bodies due to Xuan Gong, although almost all of them are not full-body Dharma Bodies, but his control over his body has reached a point that others cannot imagine.

Quantitative change brings about qualitative change.

This qualitative change is the "seventy-two changes".

Seventy-two changes can turn you into anything, but correspondingly, the duration is only one breath.

When you take a breath, you can become whatever you want, whether it's people, animals, mountains, rivers, or even dust.

But after this breath passes, you will return to the way you were.

This is an incomparably powerful supernatural power.

...

...

Because of Xiao Su's existence, Xia Ji's understanding of the general trend of the world has not fallen.

The layout of the Great Zhou Dynasty was far-reaching.

Xia Ji still remembers that at the beginning of the founding of the dynasty, they not only established numbered cities, but also provided free supplies to the residents of the city and the warriors who fought in the fire.

Later, they began to provide supplies to the "Great Zhou Warriors" who were registered in the record.

Then, they began to divide the "Great Zhou Warriors" into nine levels, and the higher the level, the more materials they obtained.

Later, after decades of precipitation, the Great Zhou began to formulate rights and obligations for these warriors, and stipulated "service", which was naturally impossible for the warriors to agree.

But at this time, the layout of the Great Zhou came out, because the Great Zhou had already "recruited" a large number of influential warriors, and installed many internal responses of the Great Zhou, so this change was a success.

Now, hundreds of years later, the situation has changed again.

The reason for the change has something to do with Xiao Su.

Xiao Su is now the only one standing at the top of the Ice and Snow Country.

Or rather, she's behind the scenes...

She was a friend of the young gods,

He was the first pope to wear a papal crown and papal robes, with only his back left as a mythical portrait in the Church of the Wolf Serpent and Death.

She has a relationship with countless big forces in the Northland, thousands of small countries, and nobles of the Rakshasa King's Palace, or she is the godmother of the leaders of the forces and many kings who helped them baptize when they were young.

She succeeded in creating a "home invincible" area with twelve golden statues, and established a transcendent behemoth-like force in that area.

After that, she began to actively promote the sect system.

That is, let the transcendent things and those who have broken through to the eleventh realm cannot serve in the imperial court, but can only enter the sect.

And once you enter the sect, you can't interfere with the operation of the mortal imperial court.

She is the rule-maker.

Of course, this rule is also the result of her discussion with Xia Ji.

For a time, the Ice and Snow Kingdom radiated a strong vitality.

Obviously, the "sect system" is more suitable for the development of the times than the original "imperial church system".

Imperial power does not need a strong person with a Dharma body to dictate his ways, and a strong person also needs a lofty cultivation environment.

Things are gathered by like, and people are grouped.

In a way, once you have broken through the Eleventh Realm, you are no longer a mortal.

Naturally, this idea spread to Middle-earth over time.

After the fermentation of time, the millions of eleventh realm martial artists who were originally "recruited" began to establish sects in groups, and this timing was also coincidental, when the Zhou Dynasty was weak.

As a result, the sect system has really been implemented in Middle-earth, but it is not as clear as in the north, but it is pasted in the pot, messy, and even there are a lot of internal battles.

However, due to the incomparably ferocious oppression of the fire tribulation, the internal struggle gave way to resisting the external calamity.

...

...

As for the ancestors, Xia Ji once met Su Tian when he went out.

Su Tian looked very busy.

Xia Ji asked her, but she didn't say anything more, only said that she couldn't say anything about it.

Coincidentally, Xia Ji also encountered his own catastrophic cloud at sea.

The clouds also flew away in high spirits.

Xia Ji asked it, and Qiyun only said that he was super busy, but he couldn't say anything.

With the passage of time, Lu Miaomiao became weaker and weaker, soft as boneless, and weak and couldn't help the wind.

She has very little time to get out of bed every day, and every time she gets out of bed, she needs someone to help her.

One day, Xia Ji needed to buy supplies.

Miao Miao grabbed him and told him to bring some more skewers.

Xia Ji agreed.

He put on a cloak as usual, walked to the south of the Yangtze River through the transfer station of the prefecture, crossed the Changyi River by ferry, and went to Fengjing, the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, to buy supplies.

It's early autumn, the smoke of summer has not been extinguished, and everything is still flourishing, but it is a little bit of a depression.

Xia Ji walked along the riverside, and the early autumn was still the period of abundant water, so the turbid Yellow River water went eastward, slapping the Changlong Dam for thousands of miles, making a grand sound.

Suddenly, an extremely surprising voice came from behind him.

"Friends of the North and the South, you are still alive?!"

Xia Ji stopped, calmly took out a putong mask from his arms, pressed it on his face, and turned around slowly, only to see that behind him was an old Taoist priest with fairy wind bones.

The old Taoist priest looked at him with a smile, "Do you still recognize who I am?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "You recognized the wrong person." ”