Vol 8 Chapter 890: blood

Endless darkness, this is the world seen by Bai at this moment.
He wondered a bit strangely: "It's all black? Is it the information about when 20 Gua was buried? But Em has just said that this is valid information ..."
When Zhou Bai felt strange, the darkness in front of him suddenly changed.
I saw a mist coming from the darkness, and the mist emitted colorful lights, and it seemed that the faint figures were shaking.
With the mist getting closer, a picture appeared in front of Zhou Bai, playing someone's perspective like a movie.
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A noble boy wearing a purple robe wearing a jade robe and full of nobleness said arrogantly: "My name is Ji Wufan, and I tell you, my father is the mysterious fairy of Ziyun Palace. The Cloud Palace is the first of the Seven Avenues. Serve me now, and I will take you back to Ziyun Palace for a few years to enjoy the good fortune! "
In front of the little boy, the three children listened respectfully and yearnfully to all this, and then served each other beside the little boy in front of the saddle.
One of the youngest boys' eyes moved, and while the two companions were away, he secretly asked, "Master, can I practice?"
"Ha ha ha ha!" Ji Wufan laughed and looked at the little boy with disdain. "You are greedy with a muddy leg, so you want to practice?"
"Today I will tell you that only the blood of our heavens and the heavens can participate in mysticism. You, the poor blood of farming, cannot be recognized by heaven. You can only farm in your whole life. Don't think about cultivation."
Hearing these words, the little boy's face gradually became dark, he squeezed his fists, a voice kept echoing in his mind.
"why."
"Why can't cultivate cultivation when you farm!"
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When the influence in the fog had dissipated, Zhou Bai wondered in his heart: ‘Ji Wufu? ’
He remembered the last time he saw that he had collected hexagrams 64 and went to Blind Mountain. The person who asked for the foolish sutra seemed to be Ji Wufan.
"This is his childhood memory? Why do you see his childhood memory here?"
"But this guy looked really annoying when he was a kid."
At this moment, another cloud of mist struck in front of him, flashing with changing light and shadow.
Zhou Bai's eyes brightened, and he knew that Em was right, this time there was indeed more than a piece of valid information.
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"Oh? Are you leaving?"
Ji Wufan said unexpectedly: "Well, if I go to show up, I don't know how many people want to hug my thigh and be taken to Ziyun Palace by me later, but you have to go back to farm, are you a fool?
In front of Ji Wufan, the short boy bowed and said, "Master, my parents are old, and I want to stay and take care of them."
Two other teenagers on the side advised, "Fang Hao, why are you in a hurry?"
"How respectful is the young master's identity and giving something at will is enough for parents to enjoy it. Where do you want you to go back and take care of?"
The short boy, known as Fang Hao, fell to his knees and just said, "Please master."
Ji Wufan sneered and turned away: "Just leave if you want to go, just a slave, will I still be rare?"
"Don't think I don't know what you think, you think you can ask Immortal without the control of Ziyun Palace?"
"Just because of your bad blood, don't even want to embark on a journey of immortality."
"When I start to practice, we will always be two passers-by."
Having said that, Ji Wuwu turned around and the two little boys quickly followed.
Fang Hao, kneeling on the ground, looked up, looking forward, looking expectantly and jealously, at the departing back.
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Zhou Bai frowned, and felt that the memories he saw two times were useless.
Just then, a mist of light floated over with flashes of light.
‘How many memory clips did you find this time? It seems Em's method is right. ’
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The fire was soaring into the sky, and there were swords and swords everywhere in the manor house, but it was the sound of shouting.
Fang Hao, carrying Ji Wubo covered in blood, ran desperately out.
Ji Wu smiled distressedly: "I never thought it was your slave who came back to save me."
Fang Hao calmly said, "Master, don't talk, close your eyes and take a good rest, I will definitely save you."
"Let me down, I'm already a waste person, there is no point in living, these killers are not weak, and there is no living mouth left. You go behind me and you are dead ..."
"Master, as long as people live, there must be hope."
Ji Wuxi shook his head and wanted to say something, but felt that his body was getting cold for a while, his consciousness became more blurred, and finally he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he found himself in a dim room.
He wanted to sit up, but found that the sleeve was empty and could not help, and then he remembered that his hands had been blown up in the battle.
"Master, you are awake."
Ji Wufan looked up, and saw a figure standing in the dark: "Fang Hao? Where is this? We escaped? Unfortunately, I'm already a futile, even if I escape, it's no use."
Fang Hao, a small figure, stared nervously at the other side and said, "Master, don't be discouraged. There are so many magic Taos in this world, there must be one that can help you."
Ji Wufan on the bed laughed mockingly: "I'm physically disabled now, and it's more than ten times more difficult to practice. What good is the best Taoism? I can't practice at all.
And with so many fathers and sons, it is impossible to regenerate my limbs, and I have achieved limited success in my life. "
After speaking, Ji Wufan looked at Fang Hao: "This time you saved me. If you could go back alive, what reward would you want?"
Fang Hao nodded, then said hopefully, "I want to practice Taoism."
The young man said arbitrarily, "You are inferior blood, you do n’t recognize the Tao, you ca n’t practice Taoism."
Fang Hao: "Why can't you practice Taoism with bad blood."
Ji Wufan: "This is the rule of heaven and earth. Heaven does not recognize bad blood, so you cannot practice Taoism."
Fang Hao looked at Ji Wufan dumbly: "Master, is there really no way out?"
Ji Wufan said: "No way, but since you saved me this time, I will take you back to Ziyun Palace later. At that time, I beg my father to give you some magic bullets. If you ca n’t cultivate the Tao, live a hundred or two hundred. There is no problem at the age, and I will send you some gold and silver goods, which is enough for you to return to the bottom of the mountain to enjoy prosperity and wealth. "
Fang Hao said with disappointment: "Master, is there really no way?"
Ji Wufan frowned: "I said there was nothing I could do ..."
Fang Hao said: "As long as you can enter the road ... it doesn't matter if you die."
Ji Wufan shook his head: "Even if you die, you won't be able to enter the Tao."
Fang Hao said dumbly: "Since you can't enter the Tao, what's the point of being alive?"