Chapter 890

Endless darkness, this is the world that Zhou Bai sees at this moment.

He thought a little strangely: "a black? Is it the information when the 20 trigrams were buried? But EM just said that this is effective information..."

Just when Zhou Bai felt strange, the darkness in front of him suddenly changed.

Then I saw patches of fog coming from the darkness, emitting colorful light in the fog, as if I could see the faint Figure shaking.

With the fog getting closer and closer, a picture appeared in front of Zhou Bai, playing someone's perspective like a movie.

……

A little boy wearing a purple robe, wearing a jade hairpin, and full of noble spirit all over said with a blatant face: "my name is Ji WuFan. I tell you, my father is Xuancheng immortal Zun of Ziyun palace. Ziyun palace is the head of the seven channels. Now you serve me well, and I will take you back to Ziyun palace to enjoy immortal blessings for a few years!"

In front of the little boy, the three children listened to all this respectfully and longingly, and then served each other in front of the little boy.

One of the smallest boys had smart eyes. Once, taking advantage of the absence of his two companions, he secretly asked, "master, can I practice Taoism?"

"Hahahaha!" Ji WuFan laughed, looked at the little boy with disdain on his face and said, "you muddy legs are greedy, and even you want to practice Taoism?"

"Today I'll tell you that only our heavenly and human blood can participate in the metaphysical enlightenment. Your poor blood in farming cannot be recognized by the heaven. You can only farm all your life. Don't want to practice Taoism."

Hearing this, the little boy's face gradually became gray. He clenched his fist, and a voice kept echoing in his mind.

"Why."

"Why can't you cultivate Taoism when you are born in farming!"

……

When the influence in the fog dissipated, Zhou Bai wondered in his heart, 'season without trouble?'

He remembered the last time he saw the man who received 64 divinations, went to blind mountain and begged for the foolish Scripture, as if he were called 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 child."

At this time, another cloud of fog came in front of me, flashing constantly changing light and shadow.

Zhou Bai's eyes lit up and he knew that EM was right. This time, there was indeed more than one piece of valid information.

……

"Oh? Are you leaving?"

Ji WuFan said, "hum, if I go to show my face, I don't know how many people will want to hold my thigh and be taken to Ziyun Palace by me later, but you want to go back to farming. Are you a fool?"

In front of Ji WuFan, the short boy bowed and said, "young master, my parents are old, and I want to stay and take care of them."

The other two teenagers on the side advised, "Fang Hao, why are you in a hurry?"

"How respected is the young master's identity. Giving something at will is enough for parents to enjoy. Where do you need to go back and take care of it?"

The short boy called Fang Hao knelt down and said, "please help me, young master."

Ji WuFan sneered and turned to leave, "just leave if you want to. It's just a servant. Will I still be rare?"

"Don't think I don't know what you think. You think you can ask the immortal without the control of Ziyun palace?"

"With your bad blood, you won't want to embark on a fairyland all your life."

"When I start practicing, we will always be two-way people."

With that, Ji WuFan turned around and walked, and the two little boys hurriedly followed.

Kneeling on the ground, Fang Hao raised his head and looked at the leaving figure with longing, expectation and jealousy on his face.

……

Zhou Bai frowned, feeling that the memory he saw these two times was useless.

At this time, another mist came floating with flashing light.

"How many memory fragments did you find this time? It seems that EM's method is right. "

……

The flames burst into the sky, and there were swords and swords everywhere in the manor, but there was a cry of death.

Fang Hao ran out desperately with Ji WuFan covered in blood on his back.

Ji WuFan said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect you to come back to save me in the end."

Fang Hao said calmly, "young master, don't talk, close your eyes and have a good rest. I will definitely save you."

"Put me down, I'm already a useless person, and it's meaningless to live. These killers are not weak in cultivation, and none of them are left alive. If you carry me away, you'll die if you're found..."

"Young master, as long as one lives, there must be hope."

Ji WuFan shook his head and wanted to say something, but he felt his body cold, his consciousness blurred, and finally fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found himself in a dark room.

He wanted to sit up, but found that the sleeve was empty, unable to make strength, and then 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? It's a pity that I'm already a useless person. What's the use of escaping."

The short Fang Hao stared at the other party nervously and said, "young master, don't lose heart. There are so many magical Taoism in this world, and there must be one that can help you."

Ji WuFan on the bed laughed sarcastically, "I'm physically handicapped now, and the difficulty of cultivation is more than ten times higher than in the past. What's the use of the most wonderful Taoism? I can't practice at all.

And with so many sons of my father, it is impossible to regenerate my limbs specially. My achievements in this life are limited. "

With that, Ji WuFan looked at Fang Hao: "this time you saved me. If you can go back alive, what reward do you want?"

Fang Hao nodded, and then said with expectation, "I want to practice Taoism."

The young man said casually, "you are bad blood, and heaven doesn't recognize it, so you can'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 doesn't recognize bad blood, so you can't practice Taoism."

Fang Hao stared at Ji WuFan blankly: "young master, is there really no way?"

Ji WuFan said, "I can't help it, but since you saved me this time, I'll take you back to Ziyun palace later. At that time, I beg my father to give you some panacea. Even if you can't practice Taoism, it's no problem to live a hundred or two years old. Then I'll give you some gold and silver, which is enough for you to return to the mountain and enjoy prosperity."

Fang Hao said with a disappointed face, "young master, is there really no way?"

Ji WuFan frowned, "I said there was no way..."

Fang Hao said, "as long as you can enter the Tao... It doesn't matter if you die."

Ji WuFan shook his head: "even if you die, you can't enter the Tao."

Fang Hao said stupidly, "since you can't enter the Tao, what's the significance of living."