I am rich in the fairy world

Chapter 1105: Wen Ding's Merits and Demerits

These things were explained in advance when selecting disciples. Disciples who do not want to accept this can withdraw. Those who are following now have tried to absorb the magic energy in Cunzhong and proved that it is feasible.

Now they began to seal their spiritual power and practice magic skills. To be honest, they felt bad. The magic energy in the air around them felt very different from the energy in the pure magic crystal. The energy in the magic crystal was easy to guide, but the magic energy here was disobedient and made everyone stagger.

Yang Tianxiao and the others didn't care. If they couldn't overcome such a small matter, they should go back as soon as possible. They stood on the bow and high places. In the eyes of outsiders, they were great demons with unfathomable cultivation. The skills running in their bodies were easily transformed into magic skills, and the unique magic patterns on their faces seemed to be born under the skin. It can only be said that old hands are experienced.

With such a scene, no one on the road dared to approach. Even those who wanted to make friends with them and sent them visiting cards, did not dare to force them when they heard that they were just passing by.

You see, in the face of powerful strength, these people in the chaotic Demon Realm also know how to be polite.

When they arrived at Wending, before Yang Tianxiao could take the scroll, the scroll flew into the air and unfolded. Unparalleled heavenly thunders came down instantly with astonishing momentum, forcing everyone to retreat again and again, retreating outside the Wending realm.

Is this to welcome the return of the Demon Emperor? I don't see much joy in it.

Yang Tianxiao looked at Xuan Yao: Aren’t you the prince of this world?

Xuan Yao: The prince is not the emperor, so he doesn’t have that much face.

Thunder and lightning flashed and roared, like a confrontation between heaven and earth.

Hu Qing in the scroll was suddenly awakened and was catapulted out. The black magic dragon was struck on the head by lightning and had no idea what was going on.

"Wending Realm? I'm back now? Is this a dream?"

Emperor Wen Ding used his seal and hit her forehead three times in a row, and Hu Qing suddenly woke up.

Yelling, "What kind of core are you testing at this time? How many years have I taken over Wen Ding? I haven't officially taken office yet - I have unlocked the seal and brought in people, which is already a great achievement - there is no need to reward me for my cultivation, just give me merits -"

Her response was a huge thunder that wiped out all other noises.

Seeing this, she stopped arguing and looked at the trembling painting hiding under her belly, with a twitch in the corner of her mouth. Who could have thought that the group of people she trusted the most would do such a childish thing to deceive her. If she didn't want to enter Fusheng, they would trick her into entering. Would she not listen if I told her nicely?
Without thinking too much, she rolled up the scroll and tucked it under the hard scales. At least it allowed her to experience so much of the mortal world, so she would take it with her to go through the storm and let it get some benefits.

Although the thunder and lightning were so powerful that the sky and earth were dark and surrounded by darkness, it didn't hurt when it struck my body. It was just like a massage. Was this the merit and demerit assessment that Wen Dingyin mentioned?

Hu Qing flew to a high place with ease, calling out Lei Xin to bear the burden with her. With so much thunder power, Lei Xin happily stretched out its small wings, which were all made up of tiny Lei Xin-shaped chips, which surprised Hu Qing. It turned out that Lei Xin could grow, was it a characteristic of meteorites?

Back in the world of cultivation, the White Kiss was just a magic weapon but it was able to devour materials and grow on its own. Until now, she still cannot give a reasonable explanation and can only explain it with her own miraculous encounter - people who travel through time like her always have some halo around them.

At this time, the silk cloth spoke in her neck: "This thunder is not violent, is it to welcome you home? I am here to take advantage of it."

Hu Qing felt her whole body being shocked by the power of the thunder. Her flesh could not help but twitch under the scales. Some dirt and impurities turned into black smoke and drilled out from the gaps between the scales, and were killed by the thunder. She felt her body became lighter and full of strength.

"Your other half also comes out, don't follow me, learn from Lei Xin and take the initiative to welcome the thunder." When she transformed, the silk cloth arranged his position at random, so that at this moment, he was tied around her neck and tied a bow.

Hu Qing pushed him down: "You are blocking my scale baptism, get down quickly."

This circle is not enough. If there is a black circle left on her neck, how can she face people?

Juanbu cursed: "You don't need me now. I have blocked your way many times before, but you didn't say this at that time."

It came down from her neck, and the other half came out of the space and combined into a large silk cloth. Taking advantage of the wind, it flipped over Hu Qing, and then it opened and covered Hu Qing. Suddenly, the magic dragon lost its lightning power.

Hu Qing was stunned, looked up, and scolded him: "You did it on purpose."

Juanbu: "I finally have a comfortable thunder, why don't you let me go? Don't you want me to recover?"

Hu Qingyu choked and said unhappily, "Come here, come here." Then he couldn't help but ask, "What ingredients do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."

Juanbu: "It's okay to eat a little. Take out the best ones and I'll have a couple of bites."

It sounds like he was giving Hu Qing more face.

Hu Qing didn't bother with him. After all, Juanbu had never asked her for anything in all these years.

She estimated what was useful, took a little of each and threw it on the silk cloth. The thin layer of gauze was black and white under the strong light of thunder. Things were thrown on it and disappeared without a trace. No one knew how he ate it.

All the thunder from the sky fell on Juanbu. Seeing this, Lei Xin spread his little wings and flew away.

Hu Qing had nothing to do, and couldn't help but think of the "life after life" he had experienced. He was a man above man, a ghost below ghost, and he even reached for the moon in the sky and fell into the mud. He really had experienced everything.

Oh, that’s not the case. After experiencing thousands of roles, I suddenly feel that my previous self was so narrow-minded. There are still many more unknown, uncared-for, and never-thought-of things to experience.

In other words, the seven emotions and six desires collected in Half a Volume of Fu Sheng can already be derived into an endless amount, but what about the real world?

Hu Qing let out a breath. All the experiences were incredible. Unexpectedly, what impressed her most at this moment was the time when she made a longevity lock.

A small longevity lock, not very heavy, with crude craftsmanship, hung around the baby's neck. She was a very ordinary little girl, ordinary in every aspect, grew up in a dull way, and died at the age of 18. Because of her weak body, she was locked up at home since she was a child. The best care her poor family gave her was to let her stay at home and do small things within her ability. The care of her family was as plain as water, and everyone knew that she would not live long. Then she died, and it was as if she had never lived in her short life. She had never seen the world, nor had time to understand people's hearts, never tasted beautiful feelings, and never hurt anyone.

The longevity lock was unconscious and Hu Qingyou could not recall what the little girl had hoped for or expected. It seemed that she had just come. She could not remember any obvious emotions of the little girl. She only pursed her lips when she smiled and shed a few tears when she cried. There was no laughter or crying. It was always very quiet.

Hu Qing thought, if he had a golden finger, what kind of life would he give the little girl? At least, let her be healthy, at least, let her go out and see the world, at least, let her laugh loudly and cry loudly.

But there is no golden finger. There are countless lives, and even if there is a golden finger, it can be ignored. And there are so many lives as ordinary as that of the little girl, so what is the meaning of life?