Endless darkness, this is the world that Zhou Bai saw in front of him at this moment.

He thought strangely: "It's black? Is it the information when the 20 hexagrams were buried? But Em just said that this is valid information..."

Just when Zhou Bai felt strange, the darkness in front of him suddenly changed.

Then I saw fog coming from the darkness, and colorful light emitted from the fog, as if I could see a faint figure shaking.

As the fog approached, a picture appeared in front of Zhou Bai, playing a certain person's perspective like a movie.

...

A little boy wearing a purple robe, a jade hairpin, and a noble body all over his body said with a crazy look: "My name is Ji Wufan. I will tell you, my father is Xuancheng Immortal Lord of Ziyun Palace, and Ziyun Palace is the leader of the seven great veins. You should serve me well now, and I will take you back to Ziyun Palace to enjoy a few years of immortal blessings in the future!"

In front of the little boy, the three children listened to all this with respect and yearning, and then served each other in front of the little boy.

One of the youngest boys had a lively eyes. At one time, while their two companions were not around, he secretly asked, "Young Master, can I practice Taoism?"

"Hahahaha!" Ji Wufan laughed, looked at the little boy with disdain and said, "You are greedy, you want to practice Taoism, but you want to practice Taoism?"

"Today I will tell you that only our bloodlines in heaven and man can understand the mystery. You farming poor blood cannot be recognized by the way of heaven. You can only farm for the rest of your life and don't think about practicing Taoism."

Hearing these words, the little boy's face gradually became darker. He clenched his fists, and a voice kept echoing in his mind.

"Why."

"Why can't you practice Taoism when you are born in farming?"

...

When the influence in the fog dissipated, Zhou Bai said in surprise: "Ji Wufan?"

He remembered that the last time he saw the person who collected 64 hexagrams, went to the Blind Mountain, and sought the Sutra of Ignorance, seemed to be called Ji Wufan.

"This is his childhood memory? Why do you see his childhood memory here?"

"But this guy looked really annoying when he was a kid."

Just then, another fog came before my eyes, flashing with changing light and shadow.

Zhou Bai's eyes lit up, and he knew that Em was right, and this time there was indeed more than one valid message.

...

"Oh? Are you leaving?"

Ji Wu said in surprise: "Hmph, if I go show my face, I don't know how many people will want to hold my thighs. I will take them to Ziyun Palace in the future, but you want to go back to farm. Are you a fool?"

In front of Ji Wufan, the short boy bowed and said, "Young Master, my parents are old, I want to stay and take care of them."

The other two teenagers on the side advised: "Fang Hao, why are you in a hurry to leave?"

"How respectful is the young master. Giving something at will is enough for parents to enjoy. How can you go back and take care of?"

The short boy known as Fang Hao fell to the ground and said, "Please help me."

Ji Wufan sneered and turned around and left: "If you want to leave, just leave. Just a slave, will I still care about it?"

"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Do you think you can ask for immortals without the supervision of Ziyun Palace?"

"You are so poor in blood, you will never want to embark on the path of immortality in your entire life."

"When I start practicing Taoism, we will always be two people."

After saying that, Ji Wufan turned around and walked, and the two little boys hurriedly followed.

Fang Hao, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head, looked at the departing back with yearning, looking forward and jealously.

...

Zhou Bai frowned, feeling that the memories I saw these two times were useless.

At this moment, another fog flashed with light and floated over.

‘How many memory clips have you found this time? It seems Em’s method is right.’

...

Fires soared into the sky, and swords were everywhere in the manor, but there were shouts of killing.

Fang Hao ran out desperately with Ji Wufan covered in blood on his back.

Ji Wufan smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that in the end it was your servant who rushed back to save me."

Fang Hao said calmly: "Young Master, don't talk, close your eyes and have a good rest. I will definitely rescue you."

"Let me go, I'm already a useless person, and it's meaningless to survive. These killers have good cultivation and don't leave any living mouths. If you carry me on your back, you will die if you are found..."

"Young Master, as long as people survive, there will be hope."

Ji Wufan shook his head and wanted to say something, but he felt a chill in his body, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally he fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found himself in a dim room.

He wanted to sit up, but found that the underside of the sleeves was empty and unable to exert force. Then he remembered that his hands had been blown off in battle.

"Young Master, you're awake."

Ji Wufan looked up and saw a figure standing in the darkness: "Fang Hao? Where is this? We escaped? Unfortunately, I am already a useless person, even if I escape, what's the use."

The short Fang Hao stared at the other party nervously and said, "Young Master, don't be discouraged. There are so many magical Taoist techniques in this world, and there must be one that can help you."

Ji Wufan on the bed smiled sarcastically and said, "I am now incomplete, and the difficulty of practicing Taoism is more than ten times higher than before. What's the use of having a wonderful Taoist technique? I can't practice it at all.

Moreover, with so many sons from my father, it is impossible for me to have broken limbs and regenerate them specifically, and my achievements in this life are limited."

After saying that, Ji Wufan looked at Fang Hao: "You saved me this time. If you can go back alive, what reward do you want?"

Fang Hao nodded, then said with expectation: "I want to practice Taoism."

The young man said casually: "You are inferior to blood, and you don't recognize the way of heaven, and you can't practice Taoism."

Fang Hao: "Why can't you practice Taoism with inferior blood?"

Ji Wufan: "This is the rule of heaven and earth. The way of heaven does not recognize inferior blood, so you cannot practice Taoism."

Fang Hao looked at Ji Wufan blankly: "Young Master, is there really nothing I can do?"

Ji Wufan said, "There is no way, but since you saved me this time, I will take you back to Ziyun Palace in the future. At that time, I beg my father to give you some magic medicine. Even if you can't practice Taoism, it will be fine if you live one or two hundred years old. I will give you some gold, silver and wealth, which is enough for you to go back to the mountain to enjoy wealth and prosperity."

Fang Hao said with a disappointed look: "Young Master, is there really nothing I can do?"

Ji Wufan frowned: "I said there is nothing I can do..."

Fang Hao said: "As long as you can enter the Tao... it doesn't matter even if you can die."

Ji Wufan shook his head: "Even if you die, you will never be able to enter the Tao."
Chapter completed!