I wish Gao Yang to run in the hazy chaos.

He didn't know where he had been, but there seemed to be a thread leading him in front of him.

He stubbornly guarded the little bit of wisdom in his heart, it was not his own name, nor was it Master or Longjun Dongting or anything like that, it was just a "me" idea.

He knew his purpose, that he was to find ...... for God No, bullshit goddam...... It's up to you to find ...... What to find?

Do you really have something to look for? The thing in front of me was to be found by myself, or was it the command of the Lord...... No, bullshit!

Zhu Gaoyang seemed to be thinking about things when he was about to sleep, he tried to think of something, but his thinking was only stagnant, and after a while, he forgot what he was going to think of, and even forgot that he was going to think about it.

If someone can enter his mental realm, a pair of high desert golden pupils hanging in the air can be seen at the moment, and the upper and lower four sides are already full of shadows, and only a pool of water remains in the middle. There was a water Jiao coiled in the pond, surrounding the sleeping Zhu Gaoyang.

Passed from Longjun Dongting's [Heart Pond Cultivation Method], it is a wonderful technique that acts on the mind and spirit realm, which can be attacked and defended, as long as it is not in the case of heart cutting glass, there is generally no need to worry about suffering losses in the battle of the mind and god realm.

But now, under the gaze of this pair of golden pupils, it has tried its best to keep the light of its own soul, even so, those shadows still slowly seep into the pool like ink, and it may not take long to touch the body.

Because what the "Divine Lord" wanted him to do was to seek rather than slaughter, so he mercifully did not destroy his brain with ambergris, but after occupying the head, he used the Quail's mind control to invade his consciousness, thus giving the Xintan Shui Jiao a chance to delay for a moment or two.

But this delay is obviously just a delay, and before this body can run to the goal guided by that line, [Quail Head] will definitely be able to complete the occupation of the entire mental realm.

This is the future that Immortal Jun has already seen clearly.

Maybe it's stumbling, maybe it's flying, Zhu Gaoyang doesn't know how he is using his body, in short, he feels in a hazy way that he has run a long distance.

Zhu Gaoyang tried hard to stop, even though he was dazed, he could occasionally remember—what the god asked him to do, he should have objected.

A small courtyard suddenly appeared in front of them.

At the foot of the mountain, the thatched hut is a family that lives in the village not far away.

What is it...... This is not the direction indicated by the Lord, so I will go over ...... Wait, bullshit...... Yes, I'm going to a place that is not instructed by God......

He jumped down the mountain.

Not far behind the small courtyard, there is a large field with many medicinal herbs, which may be the reason why this family lives here.

If the light has just dawned today, the family has already gotten up, and the man is carrying a hoe and pulling straw sandals, and there are some small farm tools in the small basket in his hand, and he is about to push open the firewood door.

Then as soon as he looked up and saw Zhu Gaoyang, he let out a strange shout in his throat.

Zhu Gaoyang felt that someone was touching him.

When I turned around, it was a man in a black robe.

The images taken by the eyes were clear, but they were all abstracted into his confused consciousness.

A piece of beef jerky, he thought.

There's nothing to see, so let's go where the gods don't instruct.

Gently breaking the square of wooden branches that stood in front of him, he stepped into the courtyard.

A shadow in front of him yelled at him in an unintelligible voice, and with an irritated flick of his hand, he turned it into a mess of sticks to the wall.

But immediately another small figure rushed over and screamed, and with another wave of his hand, it was erased from view.

At this moment a slender figure rushed out of the room, and as soon as he went out, he stood still in place, he was somewhat satisfied with the silence, and continued to walk forward, but soon the figure burst out into a more terrible voice, so he angrily took something at hand and smashed it, and now it was finally quiet.

Satisfied, he walked forward in a daze, to pass...... It's not the Lord to go...... Where are you going?

The line pulled him.

By the way, I'm going here.

He was about to turn and walk back.

A voice sounded: "Zhu Gaoyang, look at what you have done?" ”

This voice seemed to be a big blow, and Zhu Gaoyang suddenly sobered up.

He was excited, and the real picture came to his senses, and he glanced blankly in front of him, and the memory of Fang Cai rushed into his mind.

In front of me was a hellish picture, a huge millstone smashed into the doorway, smashing the whole house into collapsed ruins, and blood was slowly flowing from under the millstone.

On the wall next to it, flesh and blood are thickly painted, and a human figure is faintly visible. And on the ground at his feet were small severed limbs that had been torn apart.

Zhu Gaoyang's whole person trembled slightly.

He looked at his blood-stained claws, and felt that everything was like a dream.

"Do you want this to happen?" A gentle voice said.

This voice has the power to calm people's hearts, and Zhu Gao Yang turned his head blankly: "What? ”

Everything faded.

He was still standing outside the chaimen, and the man in the chaimen collapsed to the ground, waving his hands in horror, crawling backwards over and over again, shouting to his wife and children not to come out.

The black-shirted man's hand touched him.

Zhu Gaoyang looked down.

He was in his fifties and sixties, and his height was similar to that of himself a day ago. The body is thin, looking simple and ethereal, and at the same time, the back is straight as loose, and the wind bones are impressive.

This face has bright eyes and a straight nose, and the eyebrows are like swords, which can be imagined as rigorous and solemn when frowning, and can also be seen in the deep and gentle manner when it teaches the younger generation.

He was of course unfathomable, but he did not give Zhu Gaoyang a sense of danger, and even had a pedantic temperament - in his other hand, he held a book with a torn cover and scorched yellow pages, but the spine seal was very new, and the pages were neatly arranged, apparently a scattered ancient book that had been carefully rebound.

The old man also sewed a small pocket on the chest of his black shirt, and there were some ink stains on the side of the pocket, which made the dress lose a lot of dignity. Two bizarre and intricate bamboo tube pens stand inside, revealing only one-third of their length.

Zhu Gaoyang seemed to feel for a moment that a scholar from the country was standing in front of him.

"I have two small gifts, please help me give them." The old man said.

"Dare to ask the seniors who are ......" The impact of the scene just now has not subsided, and all the details are so realistic, Zhu Gaoyang even doubts whether it has really happened.

The old man didn't answer, smiled slightly, and said in an astonishing voice: "The first small gift is for your god." ”

It was not to ask for Zhu Gaoyang's consent at all, it was just to make a polite notice, Zhu Gaoyang was just about to ask, the old man had slapped him on him, and something had hit him.

"You don't need to do anything, it will go where it needs to go."