Early that morning, I woke up from a tangled limb. The wind on the top of the mountain outside the window is exceptionally fresh and a little cold.

You can see a very high mountain peak above the colorful clouds in the distance, and it sticks straight into the clouds. Between the mountain peak and me, there are countless flying palaces, hanging hills, and white cloud fields. This is big, and there are even more flying boats, cloud chariots, pavilions, magic weapons, and flying swords that are as small as granular ants. Looking at it from afar, it looks like a lot of fine-grained sesame seeds are suspended in the air.

"Senior Brother Chen, are you awake, did you sleep well last night?" A Dao aunt leaned in front of the window, with an empty white swan-like neck, revealing a large white skin, delicate and tight back blade, and was taking care of her hair.

She doesn't even look back at me.

Speaking of this aunt, her status is still quite high. She is the younger sister of Chu Hongge Zhenren, the owner of this peak, her father, mother, and grandfather are all Jindan Zhenren, and they each control a peak near here. Coupled with her master and her senior sister, she has the most special status and the most unique behavior among these peaks, and she has a very American feminist style.

It's a real feminism.

Not that idyllic feminist.

She has always liked to be independent, and she does not like her fate to be arranged by others. When she was sixteen years old, she was arranged by her family to go on a blind date for the first time, and she slashed down the boy who was said to be three levels higher in cultivation than her. When he was twenty years old, he went out on his own, left the sect, and traveled all the way to Beihai, saying that he wanted to see the whales there. And then she walked for thirty years.

Passing through more than 40 door-to-door territories, passing through countless spiritual mountains and rivers, and participating in dozens of incidents in the cultivation realm, large and small, I am as free as the heroines in the oriental martial arts I saw in the last world. Wounded, trapped, killed, spectacular, visited, rescued, loved and hated, all tastes.

Go on the road alone, return to your hometown alone, go out when practicing qi, and come back from the peak of the foundation, go out with the delicate lady, and come back with the iron-blooded woman.

I like women like this, and they taste like American GIs from the last world.

The taste of muscle.

It is completely different from these female friars who are now beached in bed, and even a little bit of the arrogance of a female naval officer, a kind of sharpness of a female swordsman, and a kind of passion of a female lawyer.

"Senior Brother Chen, what do you think of our Supreme Induction Sect?" she didn't squirm at all in the same bed as several other women, and naturally picked up those guys, no matter who she was, and threw them out of the window and into the cold pool below.

provoked a lot of scolding.

However, this eldest sister, haven't you already joined the Wanli Yunyou Sect?

"After all, this is where I was born and raised, and I would like to know what you think, Senior Brother Chen. "She's a little melancholy.

I understand.

Is it really a good thing that the sky in front of us is overwhelming with Jin Dan and Yuan Ying who come to see them? Are those Yuan Spirits who draw a big circle, sit on the clouds, hang down like mountains, and manifest their Dharma bodies?

Seeing that the high-rise building is about to rise in the sky, the sect has another ancestor of the primordial gods, and the power of the sect is even stronger, and countless disciples of the sect are ecstatic, showing off everywhere, showing off their might, but is it really good?

"Senior Brother Chen, the first time I saw you, I felt that you were different. That's why I fought with you the day before yesterday and hurt you, yesterday I played against you and tried you, and today I let you sleep with me, so I can ask you. I also hope that the junior brother will not talk about it. ”

The woman was very casual, grabbed my robe on the ground, and threw it out the window. Shaking hands took out a newly made men's robe from a bag around his waist and put it on for me.

"You are my Xie Qingluan's man, and this dress must be worn by me to make it for you. I measured your figure the day before yesterday and made it overnight, so it must fit, right?"

I was speechless.

Hey, when you competed with me the day before yesterday, you killed heartily, and I had endless means to kill, and you were almost chopped alive by me.

"Left, right?" the woman asked.

"On the right. ”

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How so?

The Supreme Induction Sect was the first cultivation that I really had a full understanding of. Previously, in Shangyang Palace in the Eastern Wilderness, I was just an ordinary person living in Lianyun Peak, and I didn't leave the "house". Just reading a few more books is actually nothing. Therefore, I have studied Yunfeng's ruling model, ruling philosophy, governance policy, and the dynamics of all social strata, but I don't have the slightest say in Shangyang Palace.

Now that the spirit membrane is retreating northward, everything has become a demon, and Lin Beihe has suppressed the world, which is said to be a barbaric style, wild and boundless, and chaotic to the extreme.

And when I arrived at the small world in the body of the statue of the five gods, I was stirred up by me, exterminating all the heroes, bulldozing all the mountains, and smashing the closed iron curtain passes drawn by the gates. Now all kinds of granges, mines, mountains, forests, waters, workshops, trading houses, and wharves that were originally enriched, monopolized, and occupied have all been sprinkled. Even if there are countless lawlessness, even if there are countless powerful dragons and snakes rising up, even if it is the remnants of those original owners who counterattack, there is always a kind of vitality.

And the feeling that the Supreme Induction Sect gives me is that it lacks this kind of vitality!

This vast expanse of sky, and the land covered by this sky, gives me the feeling of a huge steam and steel pipe linkage machine. There are only deliberate rules and lines, hard laws and plans, cold plans and judgments, cruel redundant processing and accidental elimination.

What you see is that the wind and rain are smooth, the harvest of grains, the land of fish and rice, and the land of five blessings. All monks have mansions and compounds, and they can all enjoy themselves together. Whoever builds the foundation is the owner of a city, a square and a line, and he can work hard and guide the mountains and rivers. Whoever is a Jindan must be the lord of a peak, and then with the support of the sect, all the land will be developed, and all serfs, commoners, merchants, soldiers, and monks will be properly arranged. All Yuanying is destined to be a banner of the sect, and he will get resources like mountains and seas to participate in various major events in the cultivation world and make a reputation for the supreme induction sect.

Because of the special nature of the Fundamental Dao Method, the internal atmosphere of the Supreme Induction Sect is very serious. A slight difference can be easily perceived. A slight slowness in entry can easily be pushed into another path of development. The slightest strikes, riots, famines, infighting, strife, and guilt were ironed out.

It seems like that's pretty good too.

It may be the ideal country in many people's minds.

It's a pity that my gold finger space is too domineering, and the things I calculated are too direct, and some of the things involved are also a little helpless.

All I can say is that the world is made of people after all. How could mortals in the last world who only had a few decades of lifespan still construct countless empires that collapsed due to the hollowness of human nature, and the lifespan of monks in this world was several times, dozens or even hundreds of times, how could it not erode those seemingly serious systems?

This sect has long been rotten to a large extent.

The gate valve is strict and terrifying, the rules are iron-blooded, and all the redundancy cut off by the razor is used as "feed" and "fertilizer", and I can't hear the intolerable painful groans below, nor can I see the despair of the disciples of the poor sect hidden behind the humble.

What's more, there are also bigwigs of the sect who want to die!