The male protagonist is always so crooked when he is cute

What is time, and what does three years mean?

For the former Mo Nanke, he has walked this path for three years from a computer layman to a programmer who can type codes.And from a brat who wrote impulsively because he was fighting for a breath of time with others, to the kind who has become a god~ Marvin Dashou, he also walked this road for three years.

However, today is not yesterday.For Mo Nanke today, three years is just a short samadhi.

Immortal cultivators are the most important promises. Since Mo Nanke has unilaterally made an agreement with the young boy in his infancy to "become a teacher in three years", then Mo Nanke should not retreat easily.Because the more advanced a person is, the harder it is for them to enter meditation, and once they enter meditation, the change of time is illusory, and the years of thousands of years may be just a flick of a finger.

But Mo Nanke still settled down.It's not that I don't know that it's not a good time to enter meditation, but when the time comes, Mo Nanke can't help but resist.

Coincidentally, when Mo Nanke came back from Shen's house, he was bored for a long time, so he casually searched through the treasure house in Mo's mansion.Now that he has decided to accept that child, it is inevitable for Mo Nanke to calculate the future for him.Wulinggen is indeed a bit tricky here, but anyway, Mo Nanke is considered a top figure in the cultivation world, so he is not helpless.

When Mo Nanke was looking for heavenly and earthly treasures to improve his physique for his little bun, he accidentally found a jade slip.If it is said that there are not a few jade slips in the treasury of Mo Nanke's mansion, all kinds of exercises are recorded on them, all of which were found by the original owner in the past.Different from those jade slips with the names of exercises and brief uses engraved on them, the jade slip in Mo Nanke's hand has no inscriptions on it, but the breath is bigger and more magnificent than those jade slips.

The jade slips sound mysterious and mysterious, but to put it bluntly, they are just like the USB flash drive that Mo Nanke was used to.Those jade slips listed in the treasury are like 2G USB flash drives, but the one Mo Nanke is holding in his hand looks like 8G.

Feeling slightly surprised, Mo Nanke stuck the jade slip on his forehead, wondering what was written inside.Inserting a wisp of spiritual consciousness into it, the jade slip did not reject it at all, as if it was waiting there, waiting for him to read it from the beginning one day.

#I rely on, this kind of magical thing summons the god horse, it is the treatment of the male protagonist...#

#Uncle is determined to be a man with golden thighs#

#According to species~ Ma Wen's urination, those who snatch the hero's things will not end well.

However, it was impossible to withdraw his consciousness again, so Mo Nanke simply calmed down and took a closer look at what was in the jade slip.

Among the jade slips, it was clearly written by a single person, and the handwriting was neat, rigorous, and meticulous.However, those words were imprinted in Mo Nanke's eyes, like a slowly unfolding picture scroll, which carefully described the experience of the original owner's travels all over the years, as well as some comprehension of cultivation and the ingenuity that he had learned in detail.

Mo Nanke read it word by word, as if reuniting with an old friend, with joy, emotion, and sourness in his heart.The five flavors are behind, but it is calm and breezy.There seemed to be a man standing in front of him, with the same face as him, with an indifference in his eyes that broke the world, and then, he slowly shook hands with him among thousands of flowers.

Mo Nanke knew that he had never experienced any of the things recorded in the jade slips, but he was clearly familiar with them, as if they happened yesterday.At the moment when he intertwined fingers with that man, Mo Nanke suddenly had a thought in his heart.

That's right, he's not someone else, and the old ink on the paper is not someone else's past.Whether it is Mo Nanke who used to construct a world with words, or Mo Nanke who is now looking down on the world and sitting high on the clouds, in the end, it is just himself.

"I was born as a human being, standing in the world, growing up in the world of mortals, walking against the sky, and competing with the sky for a long time. To learn the way of floating life, to listen to the joyful Zen music, and to gain the power to compete with the sky. My immortal journey is also, It’s not about longevity and endless joy, it’s about going all out and going all out, if you have a breath and a thought, you can’t retreat.”

The book that recorded the life of the original owner was quickly read, but the last paragraph made Mo Nanke's heart ache.

Non-refundable!Non-refundable!Non-refundable!

In the illusory space of consciousness within the jade slip, Mo Nanke brushed these four characters lightly with his fingers. Thousands of years had passed, but he could feel his feelings at that time through the deep ink marks on his hands.

There is only one Mo Nanke in the world. He does not replace anyone, nor does he need to play someone. He knows how to strengthen his beliefs and never back down. Then, no one can defeat him.

The burden that had been lingering in Mo Nanke's heart since he woke up finally collapsed in front of the deep marks on the paper.At that moment, Mo Nanke felt that the spiritual power that had been accumulating in his veins these days began to flow slowly, and the condensed inner palace began to operate calmly.

His body absorbed spiritual power from all directions, and he always felt lighter and lighter.But what Mo Nanke didn't know was that he just got over the most terrifying knot in the monk's heart, just because he had just advanced and the spiritual power in his body hadn't accumulated yet, so he didn't advance in one fell swoop.

However, what Mo Nanke didn't expect was that the "moment" when his consciousness entered the jade slip, it had been more than three years outside.After he entered his private treasury, Chen Xun didn't bother him again, until later when he saw that his master couldn't come out, he went to check the reason, and saw that his master was in samadhi, so he didn't disturb him.

Chen Xun wanted to protect Mo Nanke's Dharma, but not long after Mo Nanke entered the dharma, the headmaster personally invited Chen Xun to supervise the election of new disciples.The general election lasts for five years, mainly because elders above Nascent Soul are required to support the formation.As a disciple of the Lord, Chen Xun's cultivation is not low, and he still has one of the four elders of the Supreme Sect.Although he intends to protect Mo Nanke this time, he still has to supervise the Zongmen election.

Mo Nanke was experiencing the mysterious feeling of "spiritual power" repeatedly washing his body.He keenly felt that it was not pure spiritual power, but mixed with something more solemn and majestic.After reading through the jade slips, Mo Nanke vaguely had a guess as to what those wisps of things were.

If I guessed correctly, it should be... the law of heaven and earth.

Intoxicated by such a mysterious feeling, Mo Nanke was a little reluctant to cut off his connection with this world.However, a sudden pain in his heart pulled him back to reality.Mo Nanke frowned slightly, brushed his slender fingers across his chest, and lowered his head to think about the cause of the pain.

Suddenly, his expression froze, and he suddenly remembered something.

#baozibaozi, I have been looking forward to the little bun for three years! ! ! #

#Uncle Wrong Uncle shouldn’t forget you~#

#宝宝儿你呵呵呵，你必须不做了一个问题#

The body moves with the heart, Mo Nanke thought for a lifetime, and the person disappeared.Naturally, there is only one destination for him, Chen He and Shen Mansion.The pain he felt just now was due to the breath of his soul remaining in the spirit blood between the child's eyebrows. Once the child's life was in danger, that wisp of remnant would become a reality to protect the child once.

The price is that Mo Nanke will feel pain in his chest no matter whether he enters meditation or retreats.It was the pain of the soul being torn apart, no matter how deep Mo Nanke's cultivation was, he couldn't avoid it.

It's just a ray of soul breath, it won't cause any harm to Mo Nanke, but it can remind him that his apprentice is in danger, so it's more suitable for him.So at that time, Mo Nanke dripped the drop of blood into the little bun's forehead without even thinking about it. At that time, he still thought, how could his little apprentice be the pampered young master of the Shen family, so that his life would not be in danger.

Now, Mo Nanke knew that he was too optimistic.Fortunately, his preparations are still relatively comprehensive.

Guided by the spiritual blood, Mo Nanke went directly to his little apprentice.In the blink of an eye, Mo Nanke's mind was spinning.He imagined in his mind what kind of danger the little apprentice would encounter, was he injured, did he cry?However, what he thought about the most was, what would his little apprentice look like in three years?

Is it the young son of a rich family surrounded by fresh clothes and golden crowns?Or a little fairy boy in white and green shirt?Is your temperament lively and mischievous, or is it pretentious?Just thinking about it, Mo Nanke's heart trembled because of the scene he had imagined.

The thoughts in his heart were lingering, but his body had almost instinctively restrained the clouds under his feet. Mo Nanke slowly fell from the sky like a fairy coming to the world.

Looking around, Mo Nanke found that the place he was in seemed to be the back mountain of Songzhu Temple. Although it was in the deserted wilderness, he did not see the robbers or assassins he imagined, and even There was no sound of swords or swords.Expanding his consciousness and feeling the location of the spiritual blood at the same time, Mo Nanke quickly determined the location of the little bun.

There is a lotus pond on the back mountain of Songzhu Temple, the water of which is as deep as three or four grown men.Mo Nanke swept around the pool and saw no suspicious person, only a three or four-year-old boy and a teenage boy standing by the pool, surrounded by a group of house slaves behind them.

Mo Nanke liked children. However, when his eyes fell on the faces of the two children, the cruel and unscrupulous smiles on their faces made Mo Nanke frown.

That kind of expression is like when Mo Nanke was young, when he watched the neighbor's children throw the newborn voles into the boiling water to kill. It is the comfort after a faint tyranny has succeeded.

That expression used to make Mo Nanke shudder, but now, even if his heart is so strong, he still feels a little uncomfortable.

The younger child smiled, but pulled the sleeve of the older child beside him with a little anxiety, and asked in a low voice, "Cousin, why didn't he come up?" Suddenly, he seemed to think of something terrible. The same thing, suddenly raised his voice, "Isn't it... dead?!"

The teenage boy pressed the child's face in his arms as if comforting, preventing him from seeing the gloomy flash in his eyes.He sneered, and said, "That little bastard has a big life, you don't have to worry, cousin."

At this point, there is still something Mo Nanke doesn't understand.The spiritual blood stained with his soul breath absorbs his spiritual power to maintain the entity.What Mo Nanke lacked most was spiritual power, so he channeled it without hesitation, because he knew that that drop of spiritual blood was protecting his little apprentice's life.

An unquenchable anger welled up in my heart.

It never occurred to him that his little apprentice, whom he planned to hold in his hands and raise carefully, endured so much abuse and humiliation in a place where he could not see.

If he can't even protect the person he wants to protect, then what kind of immortal is he?

If he needs to endure bullying from others in this life to survive, then what longevity does he want?

If his own suddenness caused the child to suffer so much, what kind of teacher is he worthy of?

Mo Nanke, who has always been aloof from the world, suddenly became angry, and the scattered coercion made all the people standing by the lake kneel down, and that young man should have embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, so Mo Nanke felt His coercion is the most obvious, the level of crushing made him suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and he crawled on the ground and couldn't get up again.

And Yunlei in the sky also seemed to feel Mo Nanke's wrath, and quickly surrounded him in a siege.

The soldier was angry and bled for five steps.

The emperor was angry and bled for thousands of miles.

When the lord is angry, the color of the world will change.

☆, Holy crap, the skirt was pulled by the little apprentice~