Two fingers scraped the kitten's forehead, squinted his eyes and enjoyed a very comfortable touch, his ears did not hear what was happening outside the window, as if he had forgotten the origin of his second tail, did not think, did not think.

"Controlling the limbs relies on the brain's incoming instructions to be transmitted to the bones and muscles through the nerve veins, so that they can respond. "Basic common sense, as we all know. "A knife without skill cuts bones, cuts muscles, tears veins, and hangs it on the body, but it is just a piece of meat about to rot. Pointing to the tattoo on his left arm, he continued: "These lines are designed to replace the existence of nerve veins, and the texture covering every corner to build a complete control network, so as to complete the combination of the two. ”

"These are all the words that the old man of Guigu said to himself, I don't think it will be explained to me. Shrugged his shoulders and said slowly: "Seeing that it is carefully carved, the sweat drips and does not care, accurate to the slightest, I have to hold my breath waiting next to me, for fear that a trace of trembling will make him make a mistake under the steps, and move his anger to me." When it was finally finished, sweat fell like rain, and in an instant, my cheeks were wet and sweat was scattered. As for why it hides under the dark skin, it is because it is finally burned on the fire until the tattoo is completely covered by the charred black. Sprinkled with a special and choking powder, wrapped in a white cloth, and half a month later, the tail attached to it belonged to her. He stretched out his right hand and rubbed the kitten's head, causing her to turn her head and look at each other in displeasure.

"The same is true of your left arm?" asked Xiaobai.

"Well, so. Dongqing responded affirmatively.

"So, who is the original owner of the arm?" Five sharp claws, fine-grained scales, sharp bone blades, isn't it a big lizard?

"My master once offended two black dragons, and finally killed them, and the flesh and blood entered the abdomen, leaving only scales and bones. Guigu Lao'er took those scraps and scraped together an arm, polished its claws, took the soft scales of the abdomen, cut off a dragon horn, stuffed some minced meat, fused it with secret medicine, and finally took shape, perfunctory and impatient, but it was still competent to put this 'dragon claw' on his left shoulder. How can a tail be compared to an arm? I carved a net of veins for most of my body, and I could barely do it like an arm, and finally hung me under the wooden banyan tree, and lit a fire, which roasted for a whole day and a night. Unwilling to recall the painful memory, he sighed secretly: "It took half a year of cultivation to become one with this new arm, the 'Dragon Claw'. ”

"Dragon?!"

"That's right, it's two black dragons. "Triumphant look as if the two black dragons were made by his own hands, Dongqing saw Xiaobai for the first time surprised, and there was a sense of accomplishment without a name, this kid, since I knew him, I don't see his true emotional appearance, although the appearance is almost seamless, but his young age has become the biggest mistake, the appearance of the skin smiling does not smile gives people a kind of point, the warning that no one is close, which makes Dongqing feel frustrated, the two have experienced some things together day and night, and the relationship has been extremely familiar, but Dongqing always feels that Xiaobai is difficult to figure out, and he is estranged。

It seems that he has been immersed in the deep sea that belongs to him, allowing the outside world to keep throwing stones into the sea, and the stones sink into the sea without a trace of waves. Until today, I 'rode the clouds and the dragon with the wind, and the dragon galloped across the sea', and finally he surfaced to take a look.

A unique sense of accomplishment!

Realizing that the mask was quietly falling off, he quietly put the mask back on, sketched it with an ink pen, and painted it with the same surprise as before. He asked, "Is there really a dragon in this world?"

Dongqing shook his head and said, "There are dragons in this world, but they are not in this realm. ”

What are you going to talk to me about this world is not the other world, this world is not the other world, this world and this world are such confused and confused words, see if I don't plan your big ears to shave.

Xiao Bai frowned slightly, puzzled: "This realm?"

Dongqing straightened up, lowered his head and stomped his feet, explaining, "This is the realm that is stepped on. Seeing that the doubts in Xiaobai's eyes were even more complicated, he realized that his words seemed to make very simple things more complicated.

Bend down and pick up a branch, the branch is divided into branches, there are a few maple leaves on it, and the branch is raised to Xiaobai's eyes and said: "This 'world' is like this branch, and each branch of the maple leaf is the 'boundary'." This is the original pattern of the world. "Place the branch on the ground, crouch down, and use the claw blade of your left hand to divide the branch into segments of various sizes. In fact, even the theory of the primordial unity of the world was put forward by the first abbot of Zhantan Temple, and no one would accept this statement, but the confirmation from Zhantan Temple does not allow people to question it. ”

Suddenly realized that Xiaobai belonged to the most nether people, and he didn't know about Zhantan Temple. The sharp fingers slashed a maple leaf at the top of the branch from the branch, and the finger tapped lightly: "This is the Zhantan Temple, which is ferried in the world but has no existence, and everyone in the world knows the Zhantan Temple, but they don't know where the temple gate is? If the people in the Zhantan Temple point to a deer and say that it is a horse, no one will question this statement, and they may wonder why this horse actually looks like a deer, but they have never thought of denying the claim that the deer is a horse. Of course, such a ridiculous thing cannot happen, but I just want to show that the truth of Zhantan Temple cannot be questioned. ”

Zhantan Temple, Xiao Bai silently recited this name in his heart, listening to Dongqing's assumption actually made Xiao Bai have a strong longing for this Zhantan Temple, referring to the deer as a horse, how rampant, how arrogant? The world does not dare to speak out, let it be in the world, when can I be like this? This life is enough.

Dongqing never thought that he would make some nonsense so that Xiaobai could understand the truth of Zhantan Temple, but unexpectedly, his unintentional words today made Xiaobai play with the world in the future. Sins, sins, sins.

The fingerclaw pushed aside the maple leaf belonging to the Zhantan Temple, and used his fingertips to scratch the broken part of the branch, explaining: "This is the dividing place, it is precisely because of its existence that the connection between the boundaries is completely severed, so all walks of life have their own civilization, history, and pattern." Passed down from generation to generation, the vast majority of the world ignores the true pattern of the world and the world, until it is completely forgotten. Until he completely forgot it, this sentence seemed to touch Dongqing's sentimentality, and the taste between the words suddenly became extremely melancholy.

Sentimentality is Xiaobai's first label for Dongqing, and although I can't say that I have completely dissected this person so far, I can already say almost conceitedly: I have seen through you, boy. Sad spring and sad autumn is Dongqing's second label, although it is not to sew tips for falling flowers, bury incense mounds for falling flowers and other absurd behaviors, but the listener is sad and the listener is crying. The poor man who is bound by emotion casts his own cage.

"There are 100 roads in life, and the pattern of all walks of life is the same, the initial choice makes all walks of life go farther and farther in all directions, so. He picked aside the last part of the branch, pointed to the tiniest branch, and said with a slight sneer: "This is your birth realm, the realm you were born into, the lowest realm that is so weak to this." Isolated the farthest and smallest, all the resources are minimal, and the law of the jungle still persists, the world lives under the rule of the imperial system, and has accepted this state of existence, which is difficult to change, and only the accumulation of time can slowly change this pattern. ”

Being ridiculed like this in the world he lives in, Xiaobai never felt insulted, maybe Dongqing said the truth, or he lived within the high walls and never understood the world he lived in, and he had no sense of belonging. Of course, it is also possible that 'nature is cold'.

Fingers flicked over the branches in order, and said: "The energy contained in all walks of life is different, so the evolved abilities also have their own merits, maybe the legendary creatures that are 'dragons' in your life world, but in fact, although the distribution of the dragon clan is not wide, how can the dragon clan that can be called a race only exist sporadically?" There is no suitable environment for survival, and the energy in the weak realm is not enough to support the survival of the dragon clan, so all of them are separated, so the dragon clan's lair can only be found in a few upper realms. ”

Xiao Bai found a suspicious point and asked puzzledly: "Isn't the existence of the demarcation point to isolate the connection between all walks of life? But why is the dragon clan like this, and your master Shentu is like this, they can all cross the border?" Once the bridge of communication is established, the previous rhetoric is self-defeating, and the initial choice is to be able to go from all directions, but if someone comes to tell you a direction to the glory and turns around to pursue it, will there be a difference between all walks of life?

Dongqing shook his head and said, "Where can it be so easy to cross the border? regardless of the cliffs, fog, barren seas, and abysses that constitute the demarcation point...... Besides, why is the upper realm called the upper realm? Isn't it precisely because it has the most abundant resources and the almost heaped energy in the realm that it can give birth to a powerful existence, and if you don't stay in the upper realm, can you still run to the lower realm? With an incompatible and domineering strength to satisfy your sick rule**? Do you think that a male lion will dare to be glorified because of the subservience of insects and ants?"

"How could the blessed dragon race survive in the lower realm where the energy of the realm is weak? How could the proud race of the self-proclaimed emperor tolerate the humility of the realm in which they lived? If it weren't for those more powerful beings in the upper realm to suppress it, how could this proud race be silent in the secret realm and isolated from the world?" Dong Qing said that the dragon clan had a little more contempt in his words, and was slaughtered twice by his own master, and even with himself, he felt that the dragon clan was nothing more than that. This notion has been going on for a long time, knowing that it comes at a terrible price......

"No top powerhouse will have the ridiculous ability to go to the Nether to play **, of course, some hermits are not excluded, and the old man of Guigu is in this list. ”

"It is too far away for my generation to reach me, but I can't believe the facts you have told me like a story. Xiaobai shook his head secretly. Without waiting for Dongqing to refute him, he continued: "Self-deception really doesn't work, I don't want to believe it, but I can't help but believe it, I have lived in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion since I was a child, and I have read the literature and historical records like a mountain, and I can proudly tell myself before today that although I have never been to the outside world, I know the outside world well, and I have always been proud of it." Stretching out his palm, his fingers bent and clenched his fists in turn, making a gesture of holding the world, looking at the gesture that he had become accustomed to, sneering slightly, then dissipating that courage, letting go of his palm, as if he was tied to the world in the palm of his hand to break free from the shackles, drifting away, not forgetting to turn back and laugh: the frog at the bottom of the well.

"I thought that the sky was just a piece of the wellhead, but today I was dragged to the well and sighed. Xiaobai fell into a depression, and his conceit has always been as pathetic as a frog at the bottom of the well, "Short-sighted, sitting in the well and watching the sky, it is also sad and pitiful." ”