so cute

Zhuo Wu's trip to the far door is indeed far enough.

For several days, I did not see him return to Gushe Mountain.There is often a saying that one day in the sky and one year in the earth, Jing Jiujiu thought about it, but he didn't know how many years it would be if it were placed in the human world...

The god attendant on the mountain was still respectful to him, and every day he would carefully carry him out for a stroll, and after the stroll, he would carry him back.

But this still couldn't stop Jing Jiujiu from feeling bored.

Jing Jiujiu went to the hut to take a look——

Hanba was still trapped there, and the golden ropes bound on his body almost sank deep into his skin because of his struggle, and some blood mixed with gold was shed.When it landed on the jade floor, there were burnt holes all over the ground.

Jing Jiujiu: "..."

Ah, so yeah.

It is because of the drought that the Gushe Mountain is so desolate that it is almost impossible to see it!There's no point in strolling!

Jing Jiujiu turned around, then turned to the next door, and lay down on the wide bed, the paper figurine was so small that it was almost invisible.

But even so, the god attendants still had to respectfully place incense on the gods, and draw down the curtain for Jing Jiujiu before slowly retreating.

Jing Jiujiu was so bored that he closed his eyes.

In the pitch blackness, the screen quickly turned back, and then continued to follow Zhuo Wu from the perspective of God.

If the first person whose soul was crushed by Zhuo Wu was just an ordinary immortal, then the ones Zhuo Wu killed later became more advanced little by little.

In addition to Gushe Mountain, there are two fairy mountains, two fairy islands in this world, and the sea that supports countless dragon gods...

Zhuo Wu "visited" the past one by one.

After the owner of Xiandao was pulled out of his consciousness, the water near the island was stained red with blood, and then a fire ignited on the surface of the water, and the fire reflected half of the sky.

And Zhuo Wu wiped the blood from his fingertips slowly, dressed in white clothes that were spotless, and went to the next place just like that.

When he stepped out of the fairy island, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked directly at the void.

It was as if he and Jing Jiujiu exchanged a glance, their eyes were cold and stern.

Jing Jiujiu unconsciously froze for a second.

Master Ting Yi may have glimpsed such a description of the scene from the skeleton, and that's why he felt afraid?

There is no way for the turbidity to enter the divine court from the fairy island.

Then go down to the netherworld from the divine court.

Nether is a group of dead things.

After seeing Zhuo Wu, they trembled instinctively.

Zhuo Wu glanced at them one by one, frowned, and walked slowly through the black water, as if he had become the only bright color in the gloom.

When he left Netherworld, he raised his eyes again and took a fixed look at the void.

Jing Jiujiu doesn't know how powerful he will be after becoming a god, especially like Zhuo Wu, almost all gods are not his opponents...

Will he really notice that Jing Jiujiu is looking at him from another perspective?

Another few days passed.

After Jing Jiujiu closed his eyes almost every day, he would see all kinds of spectacular scenery, and he almost saw the Three Realms all over the place.

"Xianjun." The voice of the god attendant suddenly sounded outside the hall, they were terrified and full of awe.

Jing Jiujiu just sat up from the bed.

Zhuowu...is back?

Zhuo Wu walked slowly into the hall, bent down to pick up Jingjiu, and asked, "Can you smell something?"

Jing Jiujiu understood this sentence, he shook his head.

He only felt that Zhuowu's body was fragrant... This was not surprising, probably because he had sucked Bai Yuhuai's energy and blood, and now he had also sucked Bai Yuhuai from thousands of years ago.That's why he felt that the smell on Zhuowu's body was fragrant.

Zhuowu's indifferent face seemed to relax a little.

He picked up the Jingjiu wine and entered it into another hall.

The table and case in the hall have been set up, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the case, everything is available.A divine attendant walked in with his head down, knelt beside Zhuo Wu, and waited on him while grinding ink.

Zhuo Wu put Jingjiu on the table, and then began to pick up a brush and draw.

First the facial features, then the hair, and then the clothes...Jing Jiujiu is extremely small, and of course the angle of view must be narrower. It just started lying on the side of the painting, and stared at it for a long time, but didn't notice this Draw something, till the back, Zhuo Wu put down his pen and picked him up.

"Look." Zhuo Wu said.

Jing Jiujiu crouched between his fingers, looking down with difficulty, and first saw the dazed look of the god servant, and the god servant made a low voice, as if asking: "...Xianjun, what's the matter with you?" Is it the new god?"

And at this time, Jing Jiujiu finally recognized it from the painting.

This drawing...is him.

It's him from the future.

When did Zhuo Wu deduce it? !

Zhuo Wu has already seen him in the future from the deduction?

Jing Jiujiu turned his head in surprise, and looked at Zhuo Wu.

But what surprised him even more was that...well, in this painting, he was still dressed neatly.

Zhuo Wu bowed his head, and said slowly: "It's amazing, isn't it? I saw him from the deduction. He has great luck, like the most thoughtful creation of the Creator God. After the fall of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, he will become The first new god after a thousand years."

Jing Jiujiu didn't understand much of this passage, but the servant did, and looked at the painting with a dazed look of longing.

"What's even more amazing is that I tried to explore his past and future, but found nothing. But only a few pictures appeared in front of my eyes....It is very similar to you. I guess, maybe in the future, he and I There are also intersections."

"or……"

Zhuo Wu swallowed back the unfinished words.

Or, are you him?

Zhuo Wu rolled up the scroll, got up with Jingjiu in his hand, and walked out.

He turned around and went to the hut, and the Hanba was still inside.Without even thinking about it, Jing Jiujiu burrowed into Zhuowu's sleeve.Zhuo Wu stroked him lightly: "So you don't like Hanba?"

Jing Jiujiu: "Huh?"

Zhuo Wu: "I knew it earlier."

He looked at the Hanba and said, "Then throw it into the nether world."

Anyway, Nether is already barren enough.

Zhuo Wu raised his hand, waved his sleeve, and Han Ba ​​disappeared from the house.

He then whispered again, as if he was asking about Jingjiu, or talking to himself: "Then what do you like?"

After the drought was gone, they lived in the hut again.

Jing Jiu Jiu sleeps in Zhuo Wu's hair.

When he got up the next day, Zhuo Wu continued to ask God to study ink, and he had to paint again.

It's just that after Mo's research is completed, he will let the god attendant retire today.

When he picked up the pen, he still started with the facial features first, and then the hair...

Jingjiu:?

Where are my clothes?

Why do you lose clothes while painting?

Zhuo Wu continued to paint for several days, until the last painting was the one Jing Jiujiu saw at the bedside of the young man—he was standing by the black lake, with a peaceful and beautiful face, and his body was wrapped in clouds and mist, replacing clothes.

Jingjiu:? ? ?

Sure enough, it is muddy and unpainted!

He also saw Zhuo Wuhua's own picture with his own eyes, ah no.

Jing Jiujiu felt that his ears were a little red.

But the paper man's ears can't see anything.

Zhuo Wu still rolled up the painting and hid it in the box.With a wave of his hand, the box was gone.

He didn't draw any further, but bowed his head and said to Jing Jiu, "We're going to a place."

Jing Jiujiu understood this sentence.

In fact, it stands to reason that every time he closes his eyes, he will see the scene of Zhuo Wu "killing the gods". He should be afraid of Zhuo Wu.But he can't be afraid...

Probably because...he was always Bai Yuhuai.

……

Zhuo Wu left Gushe Mountain with Jing Jiujiu.

They entered the world.

Zhuowu can travel tens of thousands of miles in a day. With Jingjiu in his pocket, he walked from one mountain to another with ease, and finally chose a mountain.

There is a group of people on that mountain. They worship the statue of Confucius, meditate and read books every day, feeling the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.This is a group of mortals who want to become immortals.At the end of each day, they would ask each other, how much Reiki did they inhale today?Do you ever feel like you're going to float?Are you going to become a fairy?

Somewhat silly.

When Zhuo Wu passed by with Jing Jiujiu, they tried to recruit Zhuo Wu into their group.

"Come and cultivate together to become an immortal and gain the Dao!"

"There are so many hardships in the world, only becoming an immortal can save the world!"

They speak with sincerity.

If it weren't for Jing Jiujiu's voice being too soft, he couldn't help but tell them that after becoming a fairy, you won't be able to control the hardships of the world, because if you become a fairy, you will have to draw a line from the chaotic world, and from then on, you will be ascetic and indifferent Ruthless!

But Zhuo Wu stopped in his tracks. He sized them up a few times and said calmly, "What sect are you?"

These mortals looked at each other and scratched their heads: "No, there is no sect. Oh... I have heard that there are sects connected to the sky everywhere. , everyone can ride the clouds and ride the fog, but they are the ones who are most likely to ascend the Heavenly Ladder and become immortals... You are talking about this kind of sect, right?"

Engaged for a long time.

They are not even as good as other small sects, they don't have anything they want, and they rely on self-brainwashing to cultivate immortality.

Zhuowu didn't show any contempt on his face, he still looked indifferent, and said lightly: "Then you all belong to my sect."

Of course Zhuowu has no sect.

In this world, his status is transcendent. Thousands of gods and Buddhas bow their heads to him, and countless immortals who have attained Taoism and immortality will kneel down three times and kowtow nine times to him.

He doesn't need to open a sect.

The mortals were very happy after hearing this, and they didn't suspect that Zhuo Wu was talking big, so they hurriedly asked, "Then, what's the name of our sect?"

Zhuo Wu looked down at the little paper man hidden in his sleeve.

Gushe Mountain is always hidden among the clouds and mists, even he does not want to be seen by the world, he is also hidden behind a cloud of mists.

If when you return to your world, when will you return to the clouds?

Zhuo Wu narrowed his gaze, and said casually, "...it's called Guiyunmen."

Afterwards, Zhuo Wu gave them jade slips, charms, and spirit stones. With a wave of his sleeves, a palace fell out of thin air, and a sect was established on the mountain.

Jing Jiujiu looked up with difficulty, unable to decipher the ancient characters.

But he recognized the symbols.

On the door plaque is printed the symbol of Guiyunmen.

...It turns out that at this time, Zhuo Wucai became the patriarch of Guiyunmen.Why did he accept such a group of people as disciples?

At this time, the group of mortals were already dumbfounded. They were shocked that Zhuowu could create miracles with his hands, so they all knelt down and kowtowed, three times shouting "meet the master".

Zhuo Wu lowered his eyes, and said lightly: "I want you to write down the sect rules and pass them on to future generations. Maybe a hundred years later, maybe a thousand years later, my reincarnation will come to the gate. See you in Guiyun gate, if you see me."

When the stars all fall, the court of gods collapses, and there is no god left in the world, he will also die.

But he suddenly didn't want to die.