Time in the burial realm, day after day.

The skeleton stopped fishing, and became more and more idle.

He stayed in the merlin all day long, guarding the large bronze coffin, basking in the sun, napping or setting up the remnants of chess and just watching it all day, all according to his mind, doing nothing.

Time goes day after day, boring and boring.

Until one day, before the skeleton could react, there was a thud in the bronze coffin.

The skeleton stepped over, and saw the thin young man in the bronze coffin sitting in the coffin, looking at it and grinning at it, it seemed that it had fallen not lightly, and it also grinned and giggled.

"Senior!" the young man who woke up and was still confused had a strange expression, "Is this the burial world?"

The skeleton pulled Ning Junxi out, touched Ning Junxi's forehead, and grinned, "I didn't sleep stupid." ”

The sun in the plum forest was warm, shining on Ning Junxi's bare skin, and there was a clear feeling.

Ning Junxi narrowed his eyes, felt that the sun was a little like this, shook his head again, and was a little confused, turned his head to look at the big coffin, a little dumbfounded, "Senior, how can the junior be here...... Inside?"

The skeleton didn't answer, but turned back to sit down at the table where he had been napping, and reached out to grab a lying white bird from under the table.

"Little monster!" Ning Junxi let out a low sigh, hurriedly ran over, and realized that he was just sleeping, so he breathed a sigh of relief, sat down with his ass, poked the little monster's stomach, and frowned slightly.

Then, he saw the skeleton take out a small hard gourd from under the table, pinched the handle of the gourd and shook it, and said, "If it is made into a sword raising gourd, it will be a treasure level, and it can barely be seen." ”

Ning Junxi was taken aback again, and hurriedly took it over, making sure that the little gourd was still intact, with a stupid expression, hesitated, and looked up at the skeleton, "Senior, can you wake it up?"

The skeleton didn't speak, just tapped its finger on the small gourd.

Ning Junxi saw that the smooth appearance of this little gourd suddenly grew out of his small arms and legs, and then the little gourd turned over, looked at the big face in front of him, was stunned for a moment, jumped up all of a sudden, and was slapped back by Ning Junxi, "Don't make trouble!"

The little gourd didn't feel aggrieved, his two little arms fluttered, babbling and not knowing what he was talking about.

Ning Junxi naturally didn't understand, so he just smiled, looked at the skeleton again, and signaled that there were still little monsters.

"It's not sealed. The skull's finger bones touched the criss-cross on the chess table and said lightly.

"Huh?" Ning Jun was stunned for a moment, subconsciously poked the little monster, slept like a dead pig, and looked up more and more puzzled.

"This one...... The bird is still in its juvenile stage, and with the loss of spiritual power, it will sleep more. The skeleton didn't rush to explain

Ning Junxi blinked, sighed, and turned to the topic at the beginning, "Senior, how did the junior come here?"

"You slept for a year. The skeleton replied in the wrong question.

Ning Junxi was stunned again, thought about it, and said tentatively, "What happened?"

The skeleton was silent for a few breaths, and a pair of black hole holes stared at Ning Junxi, "You are the master of this burial world, no matter what happens, you shouldn't give up." ”

The skeleton spoke calmly, but Ning Junxi felt its suppressed anger, and couldn't help frowning slightly, "Give up what?"

The skeleton lowered its head and stopped talking.

Ning Junxi's brows furrowed tighter, he seemed to want to give up something, but at that time he was very sad, his memory was also vague, and he couldn't remember what happened at all.

"What is the Transformation Dao?" he suddenly asked, he had a vague impression of this, and when he dreamed that someone said that he was about to transform into a Dao body, he asked.

The skeleton raised its head suddenly, as if it was a little stunned how could Ning Junxi ask such a question, and looked at Ning Junxi for two breaths before saying, "This is what was said in ancient times." It is rumored that among the Shinto, there are 3,000 great gods, who hold 3,000 avenues, and there are countless small gods, who are in charge of the thousands of small paths of heaven and earth. There is also a saying that the gods were born in heaven and earth, so when the gods died, their bones were also returned to heaven and earth, and they were integrated into the great and small paths, which was called the transformation of the path. ”

Ning Junxi was stunned when he heard this, if he said this, wouldn't it mean that he was a god? What are you kidding!

He rubbed his face, completely regarded that dream as a cranky thought, but became more and more interested in this transformation path, and asked directly, "I had a dream in the Snow Spirit Domain, I dreamed of a white jade step, and then when I climbed the steps, I heard someone say, I am about to transform into a Dao body, what does this mean?"

The skeleton was silent for a few more breaths, "In ancient times, there was also a kind of physique called Dao body, which was a kind of strange human body and divine resources, because the divine power was too strong and the human body could not control it. ”

Ning Junxi coughed dryly, and his heart was a little drumming, and his confidence was insufficient, "This kind of person is really unlucky." ”

The skeleton snorted faintly.

Ning Jun tried his best to suppress the discomfort in his heart, and changed the topic, "Didn't the seniors stop fishing?"

"I don't need to fish in the first place, I'm just stunned. There was a hint of bitterness and trance in the skeleton's voice, but it became more and more understated.

Ning Junxi didn't understand it very well, but he felt that the skeleton predecessor had really changed a lot, calmed down, and became more and more lonely.

"What is the senior doing now?" Ning Junxi said curiously, "Last time I came in with the old man,

I didn't see you, oh yes, the old man's surname is Li, I don't know the rest, do you know?"

"Li Qiubai. The skeleton said lightly.

Ning Junxi's face froze, a little hesitant, this old-timer won't go crazy again, he just woke up, but he couldn't stand the toss of this senior.

"Those people have other plans, they weren't sent in by Li Qiubai. The skeleton added, "All along, you're the only one who really comes in here, and it's probably just you." ”

Ning Junxi blinked, a little unable to react.

The skeleton looked at Ning Junxi's ignorant appearance, sighed softly, and suddenly took out two boxes of chess pieces from under the table, "Do you know how to play chess?"

Ning Jun was stunned for a moment and said honestly, "No." ”

The skeleton didn't speak, opened the chess box and began to fall, as if he was about to put a table of leftover chess.

Ning Junxi suddenly added at this time, "The seniors can teach the juniors, and the juniors learn." ”

His last three words, spoken sonorously and forcefully, were clearly determined.

The skeleton fell for a moment, looked up at Ning Junxi, and suddenly picked up those chess pieces back into the box one by one, and then stuffed the chess box back under the table.

Ning Jun was inexplicable.

When the skeleton had done this, he commanded, "Go to sleep!"

"Huh?" Ning Junxi didn't react, and then, he made a bitter face, "The junior has been sleeping for a year!"

The skeleton suddenly stood up, grabbed Ning Junxi's back collar, and then slipped towards the bronze coffin.

"Senior, I'll sleep, I'll sleep!" Ning Jun regretted seeing that the situation was not good, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

The skeleton raised his hand and directly threw Ning Junxi into the bronze coffin, making a muffled sound.

Ning Junxi was knocked to pieces, and before he could react, the top of his head suddenly darkened, and his vision darkened.

"Senior!" he was shocked, and hurriedly got up and knocked on the coffin board.

This bronze coffin is very high, and Ning Junxi can't hit his head when he stands in the coffin, but it's not hard, but it's even more difficult to open the coffin board.

Ning Junxi knocked for a long time, but the seniors outside ignored him, so he could only accept his fate with a wry smile and shouted, "Seniors, help me take care of the little monster and the little gourd." ”

It was quiet outside, and no one responded, or if Ning Junxi responded, he might not be able to hear it.

Ning Junxi sat down slowly against the coffin behind his back, and then sighed softly. I don't know how Yizen is, how Sisi is, and Xiaoqing......

Outside the coffin, Xiaoqing was lying on the coffin board, wilting and looking at the skeleton in a daze at the table not far away.

The guy looked at the game of chess that had been put on the table at some point, and his face was very complicated.