Chapter 72: Strange

On that day, the formation took effect, and the Great God of Destiny and the Old Heavenly Master entered into the memories of thousands of years ago.

But Dasi Ming felt that something was not right.

In the Zhongzhou Dynasty, although the function of the Astronomical Supervisor was more of a secret guard, part of his work was still stargazing. Every emperor he served would take a look at the star map at a certain time of year.

That day, Dasi Ming fell into an emotional whirlpool late at night. When he thought of his unfilial descendants who had rebelled in the Zhongzhou Dynasty without authorization, he could not help but feel sad.

Thinking that the Shen family would probably fall in his hands, he simply couldn't face his ancestors.

He was even unwilling to keep the family heirloom, the Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Life Banner, by his side, for fear that some ancestor would jump out and bite his ear.

The Great God of Destiny looked up to the sky, afraid that tears would flow down the folds of his face.

Da Siming considers himself noble and aloof, and will never reveal his thoughts to others easily.

Just like students would do math problems to ease their sadness when they are sad, Dasi Ming also likes to look at the stars and draw pictures to ease his melancholy.

The starry sky millions of years ago was completely different from that millions of years later. The starry sky millions of years ago was full of tremendous power.

But in my memory, there seemed to be something wrong with the starry sky on a certain day.

The stars seemed to stand still.

And the sky began to breathe.

Swallow and spit. Swallow and spit.

Da Siming's heart also began to beat with the frequency of the sky's breathing.

The evil energy floated out from the Life-Devouring Banner and penetrated into the eyes of the Great God of Life.

The veins in the eyeball are constantly expanding, the thin blood vessels are beginning to swell as if they were injected with clean water, the white of the eye is squeezed, and a hole is suddenly created in the pupil by the Yin Qi.

***

“Pah—”

The ugly and deformed clay statue was thrown to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The splashed mud flakes brushed past the side of the snake, were rolled back by the snake's flexible tail tip, and were quietly bitten twice and swallowed into its stomach.

The light bulb took one look, glanced accusingly and said, "Don't eat everything."

Then he said slowly: "Redo it."

Snake has always been a patient and ruthless hunter.

But this thing is not a question of being cold or cruel, or being patient or not.

With a grim look on his face, Sheshe scooped up a ball of mud with his tail and started to make the clay figure again with his hands.

The light bulb voice slowly passed on the tips: "Hands should be steady, eyes, nose, mouth, and facial features should all be in place, so that it looks good."

The snake swung its tail impatiently, its hands covered in sticky mud, which made the snake feel a little irritated.

Suddenly, the black snake beauty's ears moved, and her amber eyes looked out the window with her pupils slightly shrank.

Outside the window, the girls in white who were playing and frolicking noticed Sheshe's greeting and waved lightly towards the house in the bright sunshine, like fluttering butterflies, nodding at them with their antennae.

Sheshe withdrew her gaze, feeling that something was wrong.

But the snake was under the eaves and could not defeat the light bulb god for a while, so it could only lie dormant calmly and wait for a turning point.

The light bulb's head was always shrouded in a ridiculous light, which was very dazzling. He turned around, and his robe blocked Snake's sight, and also blocked most of the light coming from the outside world. For a moment, the only thing left in the room was His incredibly bright light bulb head.

He rebuked him earnestly, "You'll have time to watch in the future! Right now, your most important task is to make clay figures! Pay attention! You're the most distracted of all people! You're the worst class I've ever taught!"

He looked around and saw only a snake in front of him.

Divine gold?

The snake swallows its anger. It can't beat you now, but it will bully you sooner or later if it can!

It’s better not to let this guy fall into its hands!

***

"Master?" Kuixing suddenly approached and carefully pulled the old Taoist priest who was absorbed in resting his eyes: "Do you feel that something is wrong?"

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes impatiently.

I regretted again that I didn't throw Kuixing out at the first moment to delay the scholar's progress in changing the formation.

So annoying!

People are not worried about scarcity but inequality.

The gap follows the scholar, and the scholar follows Yunxing.

The damn Yunxing Immortal King has a wide range of friends, and the owner of the palace where he lives also has friends all over the world. Many cultivators visit him and travel around, and it is not uncommon for people from the Taoist sect to visit him.

Other people's lives are filled with fresh breeze and bright moon, as clear as the wind.

He is just a shrewd man who only cares about chickens, ducks and fish.

You owe me this period of time, right? It's just a few thousand or tens of thousands of years.

The old master is so wronged.

I can only comfort myself that they are all almost dead and their ashes have been scattered.

There are only two of them in this gap, what could be wrong?

The old Taoist priest forced a smile: "What's wrong?"

Kuixing naturally noticed the increasing strangeness of the old Taoist priest after the "fall of the sky". Generally speaking, he didn't dare to disturb his master, but he really felt that something was wrong.

The hairs all over my body stood on end, and even my back was sweating for unknown reasons.

He now suspected that the God-Slaying Formation would change its direction and specifically kill them.

"Master, is there a possibility that the God-Slaying Formation will come to us..."

Just as the old Taoist priest was about to cleanse himself with his hands, another pair of eyes opened.

This time it was not the face that opened, but the back of the head.

Kuixing paused and said in an unclear tone, "Master."

The words were not finished, but the emotions conveyed in the words were very accurate.

A shriveled hand pushed aside the loose hair at the back of his head, and in the rolling eyes at the back of his head, a deformed person appeared, pulling a flagpole.

The old Taoist priest drew out his copper coin sword and the soul-calling bell. Countless pairs of eyes on his body opened and stared at the banner with greed.

The monster holding the treasure banner had incredibly large eyeballs, like two burst balls that were about to fly away from their eye sockets. At this moment, they had drooped down to the neck full of wrinkles. The pus inside was trying to burst out and would explode with just one bite.

Countless negative energy emerged behind him, and the overwhelming evil spirits were like crowded ants trying to crawl out of an ant nest.

The Great God of Destiny spoke righteously and sternly, his thoughts were very clear: "Crazy people! Don't be rude to the Imperial Master! What do you two want to do against Qilin! Wait for me to cut open your hearts and see what evil you are planning!"

The old Taoist priest felt a rare sense of intimacy.

It was so intimate that he wanted to bite off Da Siming's bulging eyeballs immediately.

I have recently been influenced by the fashion trends from thousands of years ago, and I feel like I am out of place and like a foreigner.

At this moment, I finally feel like I'm home!

This is the right taste!

With one hand he used the copper coin sword to dig out the two eyeballs still attached to his flesh and blood. Feeling the pain of having his eyes gouged out, he used the other hand to use the soul-summoning bell to control the evil spirit.

The old Taoist priest showed his old teeth and said, "God is above!"

Blood splattered everywhere, a few drops landing on the invisible barrier with a thud.

***

There is really everything in the dream, even *** can be made.

The scholar was playing with the game console in his hand with satisfaction.

Life in the ancient world was miserable. There was absolutely no entertainment. If you wrote some novels or stories, they could easily be seen by students, which made the teachers feel socially awkward and embarrassed. Sometimes they led students astray, and it was so painful that they had to get up in the middle of the night and dig their toes into the ground.

It’s still better in dreams. In dreams, I live happily in the world of immortals as a little god, traveling 108,000 miles with a somersault cloud and seeing all the beautiful scenery in the world.

It’s a pity that there is not much time left to play games happily.

Even if the time in the dream is twenty-four hours to one in reality, he should have recovered by then.

The thought of not being able to dream again after I recover from the heat stroke makes me want to stop.

The scholar simply wished he could play for twelve hours a day in his dreams. Fortunately, he didn't need to eat three meals a day in a dream, and he didn't need to waste time going to the toilet.

Then he thought about how he got heatstroke because he was holding a fur scarf in such hot weather, and he didn't want to wake up and face reality even more.

Couldn’t Xiaohong be a hairless fox?

However, when he woke up later, if someone asked him why he fainted, the scholar had already made up an excuse.

As a teacher, I just allowed Xiaohong to get a little closer to me. Oh, don't blame Xiaohong. It's all my fault.

He is truly the best teacher in the world!

There was suddenly some noise outside the house.

It was probably the friendly god Yunxing in the dream. They lived very close to each other.

The scholar played games all night long, so naturally he didn't hear Youshen go back to rest.

The stars must have been flying in the sky again last night.

Came back early in the morning.

The door was pushed open.

The game was at a critical juncture, and he had to make several combos. The scholar had a serious look on his face and didn't look at the door.

It should be Yunxing.

Yun Xing’s aura is easy to recognize. He is like a fish swimming in the sea of ​​stars. The hem of his clothes exudes the scent of freedom. As soon as he gets close, you can recognize him.

The scholar felt His cold body suddenly approaching him.

It looked like it had just come out of the water and was still trembling slightly.

He leaned his head over, his breath was like ice, and his focused gaze suddenly moved from his neck all the way to his cheek.

It’s a critical moment, I’ll talk to you later!

Feeling a chill on his face, Yun Xing touched a mole on the scholar's face. The mole was located right under the scholar's eye, like a teardrop.

Yun Xing was silent for a long time, and his fingers gradually exerted force, as if he wanted to dig out the mole.

"Zhi Yu," His voice suddenly had a bit of strange excitement: "I think you suddenly become very beautiful."

The scholar's hand shook and he failed to pass the level.

Scholar: “…”

The game is paused, something is wrong.

Yun Xing was still speaking: "Can you let me take a closer look?"

The scholar suddenly put out his hand to hold Yunxing's face.

He leaned back tactically and squinted at Yunxing.

At this moment, the poor fish swimming in the sea of ​​stars, its fins and ears drooped down, and the organs on its face seemed to be blurred into a ball.

The scholar couldn't help but blink hard, trying to brew some tears so that he could see more clearly.

“…”

"No, stay away from me."

Yun Xing panted heavily, stepped back obediently, and frowned fragilely: "Okay, I suddenly feel hungry."

While saying he was hungry, he thought of something and ran to the courtyard of someone's palace to pick flowers. I don't know if it was the obsession of not having enough flower cakes yesterday that drove him to act.

The scholar hesitated and followed him out, after all, they played together for a few days.

Yun Xing stuffed a flower in his mouth, the petals were crushed to produce juice, and the bright red juice flowed out from the corner of his mouth, like a streak of blood. He muttered vaguely: "We are going to climb the stairs! We are going to climb the stairs! I saw it when I was swimming above yesterday. It appeared. We are going to climb the stairs!"

In a short while, the garden that had been carefully tended to and maintained with great care and effort was now like a hurricane, with branches and flowers withered and almost nothing left. Yun Xing's movements of picking flowers became increasingly rough, and a creepy desire for destruction was revealed in his actions.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look over, his face gradually revealing a bit of blank fascination: "Zhi Yu, why do you look so good today..."

"Have you practiced any technique to become more beautiful? I remember you weren't like this before? Suddenly you are so beautiful, so beautiful."

"Huff, huff—"

This fish swimming in the water, which has always had an astonishing lung capacity, suddenly felt like it couldn't breathe and tried hard to take a deep breath.

The scholar stepped back cautiously, took a deep breath, and quietly closed the door.

This strange trend...seems to be an ominous sign.

It’s over, the beautiful dream started to turn into a nightmare.

He paced the room, recalling his past nightmares.

Chainsaw killer, ghost lady, clown...

The scholar paused, not wanting to think about this anymore, and changed to another one.

"Zhi Yu? Zhi Yu! Climb the stairs! Let's go up the stairs! You look so beautiful today! Let's go up the stairs!"

□□, Sichuan Mahjong...

"Zhiyu! Open the door! Zhiyu, are you in there? Zhiyu, I know you are in there. Let's go up the stairs! We will be together forever!"

Finally, the scholar couldn't help but sigh. What could he do in a dream? He had just tried his best to manipulate the dream and make the mutated friend outside become something happy again, but he now saw the result.

The scholar had no choice but to grab the game console.

"It will be too late if you don't go now."

Now that things have come to this, let’s play one more round.