I traveled through the book and became a junior sister of a sect. The plot is decided by me.

The days of the demons are without sunlight.

The two brothers spent three years in the demon tribe.

During these three years, Meng Da always felt like he was in a dream. The bloody hole on his neck never healed. From time to time, someone would come over and fill a small transparent glass cup with blood.

He felt that the blood smelled more and more fragrant day by day, as if something was tempting him and made him always stretch his neck to see it, but his eyes were always blurry.

All I could hear was the "tick-tick" sound ringing in my ears, like a death knell, ringing again and again.

Is it time to die?

Is it time to die?!

Is it time to die? ! !

He numbed himself like this every time, but every time, the blood still "tickled", "tickled" day and night.

He didn't know where his blood had gone, nor where his brother was...

"Brother..." He always heard this voice vaguely without noticing. He raised his head slightly and could see a bright red figure leading a short shadow, but suddenly, it disappeared.

“Brother…” Meng Da couldn’t see clearly.

The days passed by in a daze, and finally one day, a touch of green appeared before his eyes, a slightly cool little hand covered his forehead, and that vague voice was close at hand.

Meng Da struggled with all his might, roaring like a wild beast from his throat.

"Uh...ah...ding..."

The chains made a clanking sound as he moved, instantly drowning out his weak words.

After a long time, he felt the green color getting closer and a warm breath fell beside his ear.

"Brother, do you want to live?"

The voice was trembling, as if enduring great pain, but Meng Da didn't feel it at all. He only felt that these words were like the sound of nature.

"Well... alive..." He suddenly raised his head, two lines of tears rolled down, and he shouted loudly.

Then, what came over me was a long period of silence.

"Okay, brother is alive." In the silence, the green color quickly enlarged in front of his eyes, like a lush spring light suddenly shining brightly.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

There was the sound of falling water again, but it was warm. Drops fell on the back of Meng Da's hand, splashing water on his pale and thin hand.

When he woke up again, Meng Da opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground next to the gourd vine rack in the village.

He opened his eyes in confusion and lay quietly for a long time.

"Is it... a dream?"

He turned over and climbed up, and as he moved, a turquoise gourd pendant fell to the ground.

"Gourd...brother!" Meng Da screamed, and with this scream, the gourd pendant on the ground cracked.

At this moment, a huge sadness came towards him like a tide, instantly knocking Meng Da to the ground. He seemed like a drowning man, floating up and down with the tide.

"Brother... the gourd is broken, I don't owe you anything anymore."

In a trance, it seemed as if a voice floated into my ears. Meng Da was lying on his back, mumbling, "Brother...Meng Xiao..."

He slowly reached out his hand to his neck. The bloody hole had been blocked. With a slight press, he could still feel the lively pulse beating under the skin.

After lying like this for a day and a night, the day broke in the small village, and the gourd vine trellis was as lush and green as usual, but Meng Da walked through the village mechanically. It was still peaceful and quiet, but it was deserted.

He walked along in a daze and somehow came to a river. Meng Da thought, let's die here. It would be nice to die here.

So, when Song Mingyue was walking along the Wangchuan River, she saw a phantom standing by the river, waving at her vigorously.

As he approached, he saw Meng Da, whose life or death was unknown.

When he looked up again, the shadow was gone.

"Two souls in one body, how strange." Song Mingyue sniffed Meng Da's breath and brought him back to Mingyue Sect.

When Meng Da woke up, he saw Song Mingyue smiling in front of him, "Little boy, will you follow me from now on?"

Meng Da stared blankly with his eyes wide open, without any reaction.

Song Mingyue continued to persuade him, "You still have a soul in your body, but it is very weak. If you want to live, you have to cultivate immortality."

Meng Da rolled his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Alive?"

Song Mingyue nodded, "Only if you are alive can he have a chance to live."

After these words fell, Meng Da's eyes suddenly burst into light, "Live!"

"What's your name?"

"Meng Da..." The little boy uttered two words with difficulty, and then continued, "My brother...is called Meng Xiao."

"This name is too common. Can I change it for you?" Song Mingyue stroked his beard, thought for a moment, and chuckled, "I'll just call you Meng Jia, okay?"

The bright moon shines brightly in the night, its brilliance illuminates people's hearts.

Meng Da likes this word very much: always missing you, never seeing you all year round.

The rain was cold. Meng Jia came back to his senses from the heavy memories and whispered softly, "Do you want to... live again?"

The gourd is worth the life, and everything is clear.

This time, let him ask him.

"Live?" That voice was no longer the one in my memory. It was a little playful. "Live as Meng Jia?"

……

In the Shenshui Palace, Song Mingyue looked quite exasperated and glared at Li Guzi angrily, "I entrusted my good disciples to you, and this is how you protect them for me?!"

Li Guzi was very angry. "I'm really sorry, Master Song. I don't know why Junior Brother Meng Jia was dragged into the Canghai Secret Realm."

Song Mingyue was furious, but she had to suppress her temper at this moment, "So what do you say, what should we do now?"

If he had known this, he should not have allowed Meng Jia to come and get the sword. However, without the spiritual sword, he might not be able to enter the Canghai Secret Realm. If he could not enter the Canghai Secret Realm, he would not be able to get the Spirit Infant Fruit...

There is no solution...

"Master, what should we do? Come up with an idea quickly. Senior Brother's mind is unstable. I'm afraid it's because the Jinghong Sword puts too much pressure on his soul..." Ye Xiaoshu spoke hurriedly when he saw the two of them were silent.

"But the opening time of the Canghai Secret Realm is not fixed every year, and the conditions are also not fixed. The last time it was opened, only those with their own spiritual weapons could enter..."

What a headache-inducing secret...

"Hooray!" Just as Song Mingyue finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly came from the sky. Everyone jumped up and rushed out in an instant.

I saw a beautiful crystal palace slowly falling from the sky, appearing in front of everyone like a jade building.

"The Canghai Secret Realm... has been opened ahead of schedule!" Someone murmured, and everyone's heart was in their throat, looking at the secret realm with burning eyes.

After a few breaths, a door slowly opened and a line of words floated into the air.

"Anyone below the level of a Divine Being can enter."

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

In an instant, the sound of frogs could be heard.

Ye Xiaoshu held Gu Ning's hand tightly, "You can go in now, you can go in now!"

While the Chenshui Sect was in turmoil, in the Demon Clan territory opposite the Chenshui Realm, the demons were looking at the small door slowly opening in front of them and the words in the air, some of them unable to recover from their shock.

"Heaven... favors us demons?"

As soon as these words came out, the demon cultivators swarmed over like a swarm of carp crossing a river.