A white shadow swayed and gradually appeared in front of Ma San.

It was pitch black around, but the white shadow seemed to be the only light in this dark world, shaking and enlarging in Ma San's eyes.

"Master, is it you? Master!" Ma San shouted twice hurriedly. He knew that this was a dream, and it was a dream that he could not control. He met his master in this dream, in the days when he was sick in Tielimu Village.

If he could see his master in reality, Ma San would have jumped over long ago.

But his master just appeared in a dream.

The white figure seemed to be drunk, swaying left and right, and finally appeared in front of Ma San's eyes.

He was a little old man, his beard could be tied into a rope, and his eyes were still the same as before, and he couldn't see clearly, as if he couldn't wake up.

The master was still holding the wine pot and swaying. He saw Ma San revealing two slightly yellow front teeth.

"You kid is here again. If you don't come again, I'll be suffocated to death. In this broken place, there are only a group of rough men, not even basic politeness, let alone let them understand the romance, music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

“It’s boring, it’s boring!”

The little old man said, and sat in the darkness.

"Master, am I here to accompany you?"

"Bah!" The old man spat on the ground, then raised the wine pot in his hand and poured wine into his mouth.

"You're just a fool with me, I'm not burping anymore. Do you really think I'm a ghost? Do you really think there is a fountain?" The old man swallowed a sip of wine, glanced at Ma San, burped, and said with a full body of alcohol and a bastard.

Ma San was stunned and could only smile awkwardly and scratch his head.

"You boy, I won't let my worry! I'm so stupid!" the old man added.

Generally speaking, when the master said this, there was something to remind him. Ma San immediately recalled every word his master said just now. Ma San dared not neglect the master in his sleep.

This time, the master didn't talk much. Ma San thought about every word and finally found the problem.

"You're just a fool with me, I'm not going to be burping. Do you think I'm a ghost..." Ma San repeated the words of his master, his voice getting smaller and smaller, as if he understood something.

Because Master’s words answered what he said, “Master, am I here to accompany you?”

After such an association, didn’t the master say that he wanted to...

Ma San was stunned, not knowing what to say.

He is not afraid of death, he is not afraid of sudden passion and sudden death.

But he is afraid, afraid of knowing death in advance, so that he will think about many things and will have many regrets in his heart. Those regrets will make him afraid of death and will make him feel unwilling.

Just like a person who wants to commit suicide, whether to choose a strong poison or drink a chronic poison.

You can say that people with strong poisons are determined to die, but those who drink chronic poisons are truly fearless of death and the quiet torture before death.

Drinking strong poison alone can be a temporary courage. But if he chooses to drink chronic poison silently, then he must be extremely disappointed in this world.

Without great courage and extreme disappointment, how could you give up this cute, kind and hateful world!

Ma San's shoulders trembled, and his eyelids trembled.

"Boy, are you scared?" the old man sat on the ground without raising his head.

Ma San thought about it, lowered his head, and his voice became a little lighter, but he still honestly said, "Disciple, I'm afraid of death."

After saying this, Ma San did not dare to look up. If there were cracks in the ground, he would have wanted to get into the cracks in the ground.

Any great hero, great hero, who is on the verge of a sword, is full of blood and corpse mountain, and he has never been afraid of death.

At worst, they were a hero again eighteen years later. But their lives were forged by passion and swords. In the mouths of storytellers, they turned into heroic stories and were circulated and praised.

But Ma San, he just wanted to be with someone, that's all.

So, he didn't dare to look up. He was ready to hear the master's scolding, but he still did not choose to deceive his master.

But after waiting for a while, the scolding did not come, but a sigh came.

"Who is not afraid of death? If it weren't for the critical moment, those who were not afraid of death would be fools, bastards, bastards who do not cherish their lives!"

Ma San raised his head and looked at his master in surprise.

"What I do, I'm telling the truth. People who don't respect life have a great future. Death depends on whether they are worth it."

Ma San nodded and said nothing.

"I am in this broken place, and this group of people is so happy now that the human race is like the New Year. A few old guys here can tell fortunes and say that the people who let them go have come. While drinking in the corner, I heard something they said. Now this broken place has been overthrown, and some of the great inheritances of the human race have also come in that year, just to suppress the power of the demon race and not want them to be too powerful."

This little old man said a lot in just a few words.

Ma San was stunned and had a guess in his heart.

"Master, it's under the seal..." His words were filled with doubts.

"That's right, demon! I'm called Viazihua. Isn't it clear? Demon, snake demon! But the word demon is too ugly. I'm a god, a god of calligraphy and painting!"

Ma San did not question his master's words, but he had heard of the seal of this demon clan, but he did not expect that he would encounter the demon clan in the seal in advance.

Through word of mouth, in the circulating books, the sealed demon clans are all traitors. However, the feeling given by Master Wu Zihua gave him is different.

He is a hero, a literati, and a literati with integrity and persistence.

"Why, why don't you learn to draw with me?"

When Ma San heard this, his head shook like a rattle.

"How can it be! Master. I'm just thinking, how could a person like Master be sealed?"

When Zihua heard this, he sat on the ground muttered: "Do you really think that when it is just a seal, they are still divided into good and bad, demons are divided into good and bad, and people are divided into good and bad. However, if you have the chance to kill the other party, how many people will care about whether you are good or bad? Of course, there are also people who can distinguish between good and evil and take action, but very few are just the ancestors of the various schools of human race. I admire those people from the bottom of my heart."

A few simple words from Vizi can absorb Ma San for half a day.

"All schools of thought?" Ma San was stunned. There are some schools now, but they are not as exaggerated as the schools of thought. They are just Confucianism and Legalism. Some people even said before that there are Mohist schools, Yin and Yang schools, and Zongheng schools. But these schools are now only in the story books. They have no classics passed down, and over time, they become legends.

Unexpectedly, these genres really exist.

Moreover, when I heard from the Master’s words, it seemed that the human race was also sealed, and there were not many good people.

Qian Zihua looked up at Ma San who was stunned and continued, "Okay, think about these questions carefully and give you a quarter of an hour. I will have some drinks and I will talk to you later."

...

Tonight, Ma San is not the only one who dreams, and Ma San is not the only one who dreams.

The second elder slept under the altar in the ancestral hall, muttering the "demon god", and soon fell asleep.

What he saw was different from Ma San. He just saw the sand all over the sky, and blood was still stained with. The sky became dark all day long. Suddenly, a strong wind suddenly erupted, and the sand formed a huge human-faced mask in the air, and a pair of eyes shining with red light appeared in the pupils.

Seeing this situation, the second elder looked ecstatic on his face and kept kowtowing.

"The demon god will live forever and will live forever."

The second elder kept muttering and kowtowing. Fortunately, it was sand. If the ground was a little harder, he would probably have been covered in blood at this time.

"A little guy from the lineage of the criminal."

The huge face made of sand made a sound.

The second elder did not dare to look up, but just crawled on the ground. At this time, he did not dare to kowtow, let alone move.

"If you want to save your tribe, and if you want to lead your tribe and more tribes, you will be clear who can help you!"

When the second elder heard this, he was stunned and dared not speak anymore. The demon god was obviously dissatisfied with him!

"Demon God, I dare not have any intention of you!"

"Remember, assist Zhan Xu, the little guy from the Xiangliu clan. As for the demon sword body, if you can kill it, you can kill it!"

After saying that, the gray sky disappeared, giving the second elder no chance to react.

At the same time, cold sweat broke out on the second elder's forehead and woke up.

His face was bitter. He wanted to listen to the words of the demon god, but Zhan Xu only came to ridicule him today, and he didn't look down on him at all!

But he had to listen to the words of the demon god.

The second elder sighed, there was no way, he could only use his hot face to stick someone else’s cold butt to see if he could keep warm!

...

After drinking, Xiao Zihua looked at Ma San, stood up, and patted Ma San on the shoulder.

"This time, it is the most likely time for the demon clan to go out. If the seal is opened, the whole world will probably be destroyed, unless the dragon comes to the world to restore the sky. And this Yazi seal is the beginning."

Ma San looked at the master who was suddenly speaking earnestly, without saying anything. But he seemed to understand what the master was going to say next. In fact, the master would rather be in this seal than the demon clan come out.

This is consistent with Xu Changan and Shi Jiange's idea.

"Based on those old guys, you'll die, but your death can reduce the chance of the seal being opened."

Ma San thought about it and took a deep breath. He had not seen that person yet. They had not lived in someone's home deep in the white clouds, but he still spoke with difficulty.

“How much is it reduced?”

"One in ten thousand, are you afraid?" asked Zihua.

"I'm afraid, but I have to do it."

...

If you want to know what happens next, please read the next chapter to explain it.

When you see the setting, you will immediately enter the world.
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