Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 840: Do not seek outside, only seek within yourself, it seems like an old friend is coming (two in one)

Song Ciwan entered a wonderful realm that no living being had ever reached before.

She was on the cliff of Ten Thousand Demons, breathing slowly, and she felt that the universe was breathing with her.

She walked casually in the sea of ​​flowers, and she had a clear feeling that at this moment, as long as she wanted, she could reach any place in Kyushu in an instant! Kyushu was at her feet, but it seemed to be in her heart.

My previous dream of traveling to Beihai in the morning and Cangwu in the evening has now become a reality.

In fact, she is countless times more powerful than the one in myth and legend who can fly 100,000 miles a day.

Flying ten thousand miles a day is something that ordinary people in the Hedao realm can do, but now Song Ciwan can cross tens of thousands of miles in a blink of an eye!
To make this leap, she did not need to use any rare treasure like the Gate of Guixu. As long as she thought about it, she could go anywhere in the world.

And in her sea of ​​consciousness, that small demon tree had grown into a towering tree without her knowing when!
This is clearly a tree rooted in her sea of ​​consciousness, but it seems to be connected to the endless void and the vast universe. It comes from infinity and goes to infinity. Together with Song Ciwan's god, it has an infinite and distant future.

This little demon tree——

Oh, no, this big demon tree.

Song Ciwan traced the source and soon understood that the big tree of the inner demon was actually getting nutrients because she firmly chose to push it away when she touched the path of life and death just now, so it grew in an instant.

At that moment, her evil thoughts were extremely strong!
However, she overcame the evil thoughts at that moment with great determination and courage.

What a great power it must be to overcome the evil thought of "immortality". It is natural for this inner demon tree to grow from this.

Song Ciwan's mind had never been so clear and thorough as it was at this moment.

As she walked in the sea of ​​flowers, she heard the joyful cries of white geese. Her clear and lucid mind flowed leisurely from the small universe within her own body, all the way to her dantian, and into the vast sea of ​​caves and paradise that was floating in the sea of ​​dantian.

Dongtian refers to the world within the cave.

In short, the so-called cave heaven is actually a small world with unique rules and can form its own cycle.

In the past, Song Ciwan's Canghai Cave Heaven had incomplete rules. Apart from being able to store things and having a higher space level than many ordinary storage bags, it didn't seem to have much use in other aspects.

After many upgrades, the rules of the Canghai Cave Heaven were completed a lot, and it could be regarded as a complete small cave heaven, but Song Ciwan still rarely used it.

It’s not that Canghai Dongtian is bad, it’s that Song Ciwan’s own realm is too high.

The concept of whether it is a small world or not doesn’t seem to mean much to her.

It seems like a good idea to make a portable medicine garden and satisfy my urge to have a portable space.

But Song Ciwan's realm has now become even deeper. When he looks at the Canghai Dongtian again, he has a completely different feeling from before.

She suddenly felt that if the "Great Way of Life and Death" she was seeking was not in the current big universe, then perhaps it should be in her own small universe! Perhaps, she could also cultivate the Canghai Dongtian, and then borrow its rules to finally achieve true eternity one day!

Don't seek external things, just seek yourself.

A perfect inner cycle, a small universe that belongs only to you!

Just a little imagination can bring endless excitement.

That's great, isn't it?
A new target emerged.

On this day, flowers bloomed on the Wanmo Cliff.

In this remote and desolate place where few people go, a man and a goose paved the road with flowers and walked leisurely down.

The big white goose looked back and cried, as if reluctant to leave.

The girl smiled and patted it, saying, "Well, didn't I leave you some seeds? Why are you so reluctant to part with them? Do you want to live here permanently?"

The big white goose called "Angang", indicating that it would take time for the seeds to grow out. Evening, before the seeds grow out, we will not be able to see such a beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

Song Ciwan smiled: "There are thousands of beautiful scenery in the world, why do you have to stick to one place? If you stick to it now, who knows if you are missing out on more and better scenery?"

The big white goose clucked again. Its mind was easily led astray by Song Ciwan. It asked very honestly: Eh, is that really the case?

Without waiting for Song Ciwan to answer, the big white goose cried again: It seems to be true... Ang ang, Wanwan, look, after we get out of the Wanmo Cliff, we look back and see that the cliff is so steep!

The steep Wanmo Cliff winds for thousands of miles and stands under the blue sky. There is no need to look closely. Just a glance from afar is enough to shock the hearts and minds of thousands of sentient beings, giving rise to an extremely chilling feeling.

When the big white goose saw this scene, he really regretted that he had not read enough and could not recite some wonderful sentences facing the cliff to express the excitement in his heart at the moment.

It can only say: "Ang ang ang! Kang kang kang! Heng heng heng..."

The geese are calling and their voices are so loud that they can stop the moving clouds.

The clear cries of geese startled a nest of grasshoppers in the sparse grass at the foot of the cliff.

Flutter, flutter, the insects fly away.

The big white goose started laughing "quack quack" again. Somehow, it seemed particularly happy and joyful.

Song Ciwan was infected by its emotions and immediately laughed happily.

The sun gradually moved westward, and the shadows of the man and the goose began to drag out long and gentle shadows in the sunset.

Song Ciwan relaxed his body and mind, thinking of nothing, and not using any magic or Taoism to hurry on his way. He just strolled leisurely, going wherever he wanted.

The world is so big, and I am free.

As night fell, my heart suddenly moved.

Song Ciwan released the Hanguang Liuliju beside a reed marsh. The Hanguang Liuliju turned into dust and landed on a piece of earth and rock next to the grass roots.

The man and the goose returned home. Song Ciwan went directly to the training room and took out the Jade Disc of Creation to refine it.

This refining process took several days.

Song Ciwan did not use the time acceleration of the training space, but just carried out the refining naturally.

A few days later, the Jade Disc of Creation was successfully refined.

Speaking of which, it takes several days to refine a treasure, which seems like a very long time.

But in fact, this is only the case with Song Ciwan... If it were someone else, or someone else in the Hedao realm, let alone a few days, even if they were given hundreds of days, hundreds of years, or even millions of years, they might not be able to refine a treasure of the level of the Jade Disc of Creation!
After several days of refining, it was actually no different from succeeding in the blink of an eye.

After the successful refining, Song Ciwan used the Jade Disc of Creation and borrowed this treasure to further nourish the Canghai Cave Heaven.

This is a long and arduous process, and it cannot be accomplished in a few days...it may take hundreds or even millions of years!
But that was nothing. Song Ciwan had plenty of time now. She didn't plan to retreat anymore. She left the practice space, called the white goose, and said to it, "White goose, I have nothing to do now. Do you want to leave Jiuzhou with me?"

The big white goose called out, "Wanwan, after leaving Jiuzhou? Where are we going?"
Song Ciwan said: "Where are we going? To the endless and vast universe, to see what other big worlds there are besides the Kyushu Big World. Do you know that within the universe, there are three thousand big worlds and countless small worlds?"

The big white goose was immediately startled, and even its cry became softer.

It asked anxiously: Big world...are there as many as three thousand big worlds like Kyushu?

Song Ciwan smiled and said, "In fact, it is more than three thousand. The so-called three thousand is just a figurative reference. In reality, it means many, many things. There is nothing that cannot exist in this universe, only things we cannot imagine. Dabai, do you want to go with me?"

The big white goose suddenly became excited, nodding its head like pounding garlic: "Ang ang ang!"

While calling, it flapped its wings hard, blowing some of the flower seedlings it had just planted all over the place.

Wherever Wanwan goes, I will go there! I also want to be Wanwan's mount, Wanwan can't leave me!
The big white goose cried loudly, and then rubbed against Song Ciwan, fearing that Song Ciwan would abandon it.

Song Ciwan smiled and hugged the big goose, feeling solid, warm and adorable.

However, although I am leaving Kyushu to see the wider world, there are still some old connections that I want to revisit before leaving.

Song Ciwan hugged the big white goose and said, "Don't worry, Dabai. There's another old friend who happened to be here. Let's go out and meet him first."

The big white goose quickly suppressed its excitement and just tilted its head towards Song Ciwan.

He said that he was very well behaved, but he still wanted to stay with Wanwan and would never leave.

Song Ciwan smiled, patted it, and then walked away from Hanguang Liuliju with it.

Suddenly, a clear light flashed by the reed marsh in the middle of the night, and a man and a goose appeared in the moonlight.

The moonlight was as clear as water, illuminating the winding river and the lush reed marsh. However, a rustling sound was heard, and the next moment, there was a sudden muffled "bang", which startled a group of wild ducks in the reed marsh.

Then, there was a faint cry of pain.

It was actually a child's voice, as if a child had fallen down.

The next moment, another young man's voice sounded, with vigilance and coldness, and he shouted in a low voice: "Who? Come out!"

ho-

Although he is a little kid, he is quite fierce.

Song Ciwan did not hide anything. She took the big white goose, parted the reeds, walked lightly, and appeared in front of the two children, one big and one small.

Under the moonlight, the two sides looked at each other.

With Song Ciwan's eyesight, she didn't even need to use her naked eyes to clearly know what the two children in the reed marsh looked like. She didn't need to make a specific calculation, as long as she moved her mind slightly, she could capture all the traces and information of the two children along the way.

Of course, Song Ciwan did not do this.

It’s not that you can’t, it’s that it’s not necessary.

She just looked at the older boy and saw that although he was young, he looked mature.

Although he hadn't seen the other person's eyes and eyebrows for many years, Song Ciwan still had a deep memory of them.

This young man was none other than Gao Xiaolang, the strange man from the Yun Country whom Song Ciwan had encountered when his cultivation was weak!

Song Ciwan remembered Gao Xiaolang, and also remembered the pen he gave her when they parted ways. Song Ciwan also remembered clearly that Gao Xiaolang had seen her true face when they parted ways.

But at this moment, when Gao Xiaolang saw Song Ciwan under the moonlight, his eyes were strange and wary.

Obviously, Gao Xiaolang didn't recognize Song Ciwan.

Not only did he not recognize Song Ciwan, he also suddenly pulled the child who fell beside him, stared at Song Ciwan fiercely and repulsively, and shouted like a little beast: "Who are you? Are you a thug they sent? I tell you, with me, Gao Eighteen, here, no one can take Sister Amin away today!"

Having said this, he suddenly pulled out a bone whip that was gleaming with cold light from behind his waist and swung it fiercely towards the ground.

boom!
There was a sound of mud and water exploding, and Gao Xiaolang's whip left a clear whip mark on the wetland in front of him.

Some of the splashing mud and water seemed to have spirits, rushing straight towards Song Ciwan's face. If Song Ciwan was splashed by this unexpected mud and water, even if he was not blind, his vision would definitely be blocked at the moment -

Of course, the premise for such a reaction is that Song Ciwan is a mortal or a minor cultivator with low cultivation.

But she is not, so the mud and water naturally cannot have any effect on her.

Song Ciwan didn't even move. As the mud and water splashed over, her body responded automatically. There was an invisible force field surrounding her, and the mud and water didn't get close to her at all. It just vaporized naturally three feet in front of her.

Song Ciwan just stood there, his mind moving slightly at that moment.

She slightly controlled the speed of the mud and water vaporization, so Gao Xiaolang on the opposite side and his sister Amin beside him watched helplessly. Gao Xiaolang's skilled mud and water attack did not work, but a layer of white mist suddenly rose in front of the woman opposite.

The white mist is curling up, like a fairy or a spirit.

The girl opposite was standing in the fairy-like white mist with a giant goose as tall as a person. She asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Xiaolang, have you completely forgotten me?"

Gao Xiaolang originally wanted to take sister Amin with him and run away when the other party's vision was blocked.

As a result, the other party was not splashed by the mud or water, and his vision was not obstructed. Instead, he and Amin were staring at each other inexplicably.

When the other party asked the question with a smile, Gao Xiaolang suddenly shuddered. It was as if his feet had taken root and he no longer had the motivation to run away.

He could only suppress his heartbeat and asked through gritted teeth: "Who are you? Why should I remember you?"

Gao Xiaolang actually forgot about Song Ciwan!
Not only did he forget about Song Ciwan, but his own strength was also obviously problematic.

You know, Gao Xiaolang was originally a small-town-level weirdo.

The weirdness at the small city level is equivalent to the earthly immortal realm among the immortal cultivators. Even ordinary earthly immortals find it difficult to deal with the weirdness at the small city level.

This kind of existence can easily fly into the sky and create disasters, so how could it be possible for it to just crack a whip and splash a puddle of mud to stop the enemy?

Is this just children playing house?
But Gao Xiaolang is in this state!
Not only is his fighting power lower, but his aura also seems to be completely different from before.

When Song Ciwan took a closer look, he felt that he didn't seem like a weirdo, but more like a real person.

Hey, this is really interesting.