Mr. Storyteller shook the white page of paper in his hand, and smiled and played: "How is it, are you still fighting?" ”

Zhang Fuzhi glanced at the mountains and rivers of the masters.

Zhushi Shanhe put the knife into the sheath, pointed at the storyteller and reprimanded: "Stinky storyteller, I have to beat you all over the ground today to find your teeth." After saying that, after taking a few steps forward, his body continued to shrink, and finally disappeared into the paper in the storyteller's hand.

Zhang Fuzhi raised his hand and scratched his cheek, and said, "I have a really good temper, and I will make a light move later." ”

When the storyteller heard this, he coughed dryly twice, and it seemed that he glanced at Wuming, who was still unconscious, and finally nodded with a stiff face.

After seeing the storyteller nod, Zhang Fuzhi quickly shrank and disappeared into the blessed land of the blank page.

The storyteller also followed and entered the blessed land of blank paper.

As the storyteller disappeared, the blank piece of paper slowly fell to the ground.

The blessed land of white paper is pale and colorless, heaven and earth are not divided, and the eight directions are chaotic, just like a chaotic world with only white.

In this world where there is only white, the mountains and rivers of the masters appeared out of thin air, and seeing this white chaotic world, the mountains and rivers of the masters quickly spread their six wings.

The red-black flame was not extinguished, scorching the white chaotic world, like a drop of ink, dripping on the snow-white rice paper.

This is the first time that the mountains and rivers of the masters have entered a cave heaven blessed land in the true sense, and it is also the most mysterious one of the known cave heaven blessed land, how can you not be careful.

The teachers scolded and scolded: "The stinky storyteller of the dog day can't be trying to detain me, right?" ”

"The sage said: Words are right, and those who speak are courteous, and those who speak foul language damage their virtues and do not speak right." Zhang Fuzhi traveled out of thin air on the side of the mountains and rivers of Zhushi, hovering in the air.

Zhushi Shanhe smiled and said, "It's just a few complaints, and that stinky storyteller can't hear it anyway." ”

"Can't hear anything?" Mr. Storyteller also appeared out of thin air.

As soon as he saw that Mr. Storyteller had also come in, Zhushi Shanhe suddenly came to his senses and said, "What's wrong with saying bad things about you behind your back?" ”

"Oh, nothing." The storyteller replied lightly.

Zhushi Shanhe suddenly lost his temper, so he could only change the topic and asked: "There is no place for the stinky storyteller, how can he fight?" ”

This time, the storyteller did not answer, but descended slowly, and after descending dozens of feet, his feet fell to the ground, as if stepping on a void barrier.

However, the moment Mr. Storyteller landed, a wave of light quickly spread around his feet, followed by green flowers and plants appearing out of thin air.

One thought gives birth to all things.

Green flowers and plants are like ripples falling on the surface of the water, spreading rapidly with the naked eye, green grass, flowers, trees, mountains, everything grows out of thin air.

The vast snow-white space also became a light blue sky in an instant, but there were no sun, moon and star constellations, not even clouds.

Seeing all this, Zhang Fu subconsciously blurted out: "Unsullied world." "He had seen such a record in the classics: 'There is a different world, and everything in the world is born and reflected in the heart, and the world is called the unsullied world, the product of white paper, water and moon.'"

Hearing Zhang Fuzhi's words, Mr. Storyteller laughed: "Mr. is well-read and has a strong memory, and I admire it." ”

Zhang Fuzhi didn't answer, and his figure slowly sank and stepped on the grass reflected in Mr. Storyteller's heart.

In just a moment, the sun and moon appeared in the clean and empty sky, the white clouds and the breeze rose suddenly, blowing Zhang Fuzhi's clothes, and a snow-white deer crawled at his feet and slept gently.

Mr. Storyteller said: "A little heroic spirit, a thousand miles of fast wind, compared to this untouched world that does not change due to people, Mr. is able to afford the word innocent."

"Why don't we find a place to sit down and have a drink?"

There was a somewhat sneering voice in the air, it was the mountains and rivers of the masters.

After saying that, the mountains and rivers of the divisions slowly landed, and after landing, the mountains and rivers of the divisions retracted their six wings.

And as he landed, dark clouds suddenly rose in a corner of heaven and earth, lightning and thunder, and a corner of the world collapsed into a cliff.

Seeing all this, Zhang Fuzhi didn't say anything, it's just a pure demon race, is it possible to expect his heart to reflect the scene of all things in spring and vitality?

Mr. Storyteller is still kind-faced, and there are no waves in the ancient well, which is just like what is reflected in his heart, there is no black and no white, and all ethnic groups are treated equally.

Suddenly, there was a crisp birdsong, and a strange bird with black wings burning with strange flames flew through the dark clouds, letting out a crisp roaring birdsong.

Mr. Storyteller and Zhang Fuzhi both thought that the mountains and rivers of the masters could not reflect life, and they couldn't help but be a little surprised, but if you think about it carefully, it is not strange that the Winged Demon Clan reflects the birds.

But then several figures came out, which completely stunned Mr. Storyteller and Zhang Fuzhi, because on the edge of the cliff, a figure actually appeared.

In this unsullied world, Mr. Storyteller and Zhang Fuzhi both feel incredible, it is not that this dirty world intercepted from the blessed land of white paper cannot evolve people, but that they need to use spirit as ink and bone as pen to compose it, and the phenomenon that can be reflected only by the state of mind is not something that Mr. Storyteller can deduce with his state of mind now.

The crowd walking on the cliff, about seven or eight people, both young and old, dressed in rags and walking with a sense of exhaustion, but they continued to support each other and move forward. Their bodies are incomplete, and the edges of their bodies are slightly blurred, as if they are constantly detached from the surrounding void but constantly being swallowed up.

Zhang Fuzhi lost his voice after seeing it clearly: "Won't it be a human race wandering because of war?" Saying that, Zhang Fuzhi looked at the storyteller who was not far away and asked, "Why did his state of mind evolve into a human race." Are you the hell? ”

The storyteller shook his head and denied that he had secretly done it, and said, "Maybe they are not Terrans. ”

The manifestation of a person's heart has nothing to do with race, or even kind, maybe he is him and not him, maybe he is a beast, a grass and a tree, a piece of gravel, but no matter what it is, it is the real him, although it is vague and chaotic, but this is him, and people are always contradictory, aren't they?

"The demons are cruel by nature, and the books record: the demons like to take people as beasts, banish the mountains, drive wolves and draw bows, and hunt more people as crowns." Zhang Fuzhi said.

Mr. Storyteller rarely didn't talk to him this time. In fact, what is the difference between the human race hunting beasts for fun, and the demon hunters, except for revenge, hunger, etc., all the killing in the world is just the law of the jungle.

After a moment of silence, the storyteller reminded, "Look into their eyes." ”

At this time, Zhang Fuzhi really looked at those people carefully, although they were extremely depressed, but everyone's eyes were never filled with fear, but clear with a little starlight, and their eyes were full of hope.

At this time, Chu Shi Shanhe, who had been immersed in the wonderful feeling of Fang Wuji's evolution in the world, suddenly reacted and asked, "Are you discussing my handsome and beautiful appearance?" ”

Without waiting for the two to reply, Chu Shishanhe found that although the eyes of the two were looking in their own direction, they were not themselves. So he took half a step back, turned around and also saw the crowd on the cliff dozens of miles away, he was suddenly startled, and then waved his big hand back and grabbed it suddenly, and the balance of the separation between the original few people and the void was instantly broken, and they completely merged into the void.

It wasn't until this time that Mr. Storyteller seemed to understand why the "Thirteen Classics" enshrined by the Great Offering was given to this demon boy.