Cheng Ziming quietly watched the crow arrange all this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but beat a little drum in his heart: Look at this posture, does this crow know the relationship between me and Xin Yue? This is a bit novel, could it be that this crow's cultivation is even more powerful than he expected before? In this case, this crow must have an extraordinary origin!

After all, the relationship between Cheng Ziming and Xin Yue is very delicate, even the predecessors of the foundation building and even the knot period can't see it. www.biquge.info As for the Yuan Ying and the worldly masters who have cultivated into gods, although Cheng Ziming has never seen them, judging from the knowledge gained from the book, if he has not practiced some special auxiliary exercises, even if he has cultivated to a profound level and has strong mana, he will not be able to figure out the relationship between the two just by looking at a few glances.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the cultivation of monks is generally divided into several levels from low to high: Qi refining, foundation building, knotting, Yuanying and transforming gods. Correspondingly, the cultivation of demon beasts from low to high is divided into: Gathering Spirits, Ning Dan, Enlightenment, Transformation and Heavenly Demons. Corresponding to the first two, the cultivation of ghost cultivation is divided into condensation, casting, ghost pill, ghost infant and heavenly ghost from low to high.

This artificial division is for the convenience of daily communication. Similar to measurements such as dimensions and bucket liters, with precise definitions, it is easier to describe them to others. For example, if you buy wine, you can ask the tavern owner: help me beat half a catty of aged rice wine. Immortal cultivators who have returned from hunting can also describe to the shopkeeper: The seniors in the foundation building period helped me fight a demon deer in the Great Perfection of the Spirit Gathering Period, and the boss helped me calculate how many spirit stones were worth. After making such a division of cultivation, there is a corresponding relationship between the strength of immortal cultivators, demon beasts, and ghost cultivators, and it is very clear and free to tell.

Specific to Cheng Ziming, he only has the cultivation of Qi refining, and he is the lowest cultivation among the immortal cultivators. Even so, Xiu Wei's predecessors who were far superior to his foundation building and knotting Dan could not see through his relationship with Xin Yue. Because Xin Yue is Cheng Ziming's soul clone, the two are two distinct individuals from the outside. And the inner spiritual connection between the two cannot be explored with magic at all. Only the senior cultivators of Yuan Ying and Shen Cultivators, relying on their advanced cultivation and some special and rare secret techniques, can it be possible to explore the wonderful connection between the two.

Yuan Ying and the Transformation of the Divine Cultivation correspond to the transformation of the demon beast and the cultivation of the Heavenly Demon. Could it be that this crow is still a peerless demon of the Heavenly Demon Period? This small world has existed for a long time, and it may really evolve some great monster! This can explain why the crow came to offer his courtesy when he had nothing to do. Could it be that he wants to use Cheng Ziming's power to break away from the small world and go to the big world where he can improve his strength and cultivate to a closer level?

Thinking of this, Cheng Ziming subconsciously squinted his eyes. There was a gleam in his eyes, and he looked at the crow fixedly for a moment, and finally shook his head secretly. This crow has clearly not yet transformed into a shape, how can it be a Heavenly Demon cultivator? Besides, if this crow is really a Heavenly Demon Overhaul, how can it be used by a monk in the Qi refining period like Cheng Ziming?

Cheng Ziming became more and more sure that he had guessed wrong. Secretly thought: Maybe the crow has some strange talent and supernatural powers? Or is he thinking too much, this crow has not seen through the identity of Xin Yue's soul clone at all?

In the midst of random speculation, the crow has already flown and will come. However, he refused to fall on the cushion prepared by Cheng Ziming, but stopped on the coffee table. The crow is not small, and it just happened to be at eye level with Cheng Ziming when he stood on the coffee table. A man and a crow looked at each other for a moment, Cheng Ziming coughed twice, and asked without words: "Do you like it here?

The raven was silent.

Cheng Ziming had long expected this situation. But I still have a fluke mentality, and I want to set a set of background on the origin of the crow. He pretended to ask casually, "Daoyou has profound mana, but he is self-taught?"

The raven was silent.

Cheng Ziming was a little discouraged, stretched his waist, and asked with a smile: "Daoist friends are alone, and they don't like to talk, aren't they lonely and boring?"

The crow turned its head sideways, still silent.

"Alas. Cheng Ziming sighed, knowing that it was hopeless to talk to this crow. Since he first entered the small world, even if he is confused and incomprehensible, he is also confused and helpless. I wonder why this small temple world was built; I don't know who issued the mission in this small world, why it is not clear and there are always accidents; I am confused about my fate and I don't know where the future is, is the final outcome to be like those unlucky companions, and finally die in the small world, and there is no one to collect the body?

I have no choice but to see many things clearly, but I am powerless to change them. For example, knowing that there are many crises in the small world, it is not a good career to be a temple spirit disciple for the demon clan, if he has an accident, Uncle Hao, who regards himself as his own son, will be helpless and desolate, but the reality is like this, how can he get rid of the control of the demon clan and not have to venture into the small world again?

Escape from the demon capital?Cheng Ziming shook his head secretly. Uncle Hao has always had this idea, but the demon capital is heavily managed, and it is not easy to escape. Besides, the demon capital is deep in the demon land, even if you are lucky enough to get out of the demon capital, there are demon clans everywhere, where can you go?

But these worries and doubts, Cheng Ziming has never told Uncle Hao. One person is already annoying enough, so why pull another person in. Let Uncle Hao worry and worry in vain, this is something Cheng Ziming is absolutely unwilling to do. And his two friends in the demon capital, Ruo Qingzhu and Moon Bear Mountain Qingya, one is a young little sister next door, and the other is an ordinary demon clan with an embarrassing identity. Cheng Ziming was also reluctant to nag the two too much.

At this time, in the face of this silent crow, Cheng Ziming unconsciously regarded it as a trash can to receive complaints. From the escape to the demon capital, the first time he entered the small world, pretending to be unconscious and being carried into the rat's nest by the Aoki Dolphin army, the big battle against the Aoki Dolphin General, and met the half-human and half-demon Mei Qingchi in the depths of the cave, and remembered the love poem engraved on the bluestone: "The stone on the Qingfeng Mountain will be passed down forever for ten thousand years." Concentric love thread, why fear life and death. ”

Until he talked about using this poem to evoke Mei Qingchi's memory, how to escape from the rat hole with her help, and finally talked about the thrilling ghost melee the night before, and finally the village chief and Zhao blacksmith who turned into ghosts.

Cheng Ziming recounted the experience during this time, interspersed with venting his complaints. And the crow just listened quietly, occasionally with a brilliant glint in his eyes.

After saying an unknown number of words, Cheng Ziming gradually relaxed, and said many words in his heart, and then gradually became sleepy, and finally fell asleep on the coffee table.

When I woke up again, it was already evening. The sky was still in the afterglow, and a few wisps of residual sun barely squeezed out from the gaps in the dense dark clouds. Xin Yue was still meditating and cultivating, the barbarian was snoring on the ground, and the crow had no idea where to go.

Hurriedly ate some things indiscriminately, and then looked at the sky, the black pressure was like an iron pot overhead, the moon was nowhere to be seen, and there was not even half a minute of starlight. The night wind has risen, and the cold dew is getting heavier.

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