I Make History a Myth

　　Although for a demon like it that has produced intellect.

　　It is not difficult to overcome the instinct in the body.

　　But with cats.

　　It still feels uncomfortable.

　　So it didn't ask the big cat if he wanted to go down together, and just separated from it.

　　A rat about the thickness of a full-grown man's thigh was like lightning.

　　Walk through the woods.

　　Quickly run down the mountain.

　　Sentinel on the mountain.

　　For it, it is like a sieve full of holes.

　　It went through easily.

　　In an instant.

　　It ran into the construction site.

　　"The defense here is much laxer than Maoshan and Lanke."

　　The mouse lay on the ground, glanced at the whole construction site, and squeezed its small eyes, "Strange, why is there no spiritual energy here?"

　　"Because there is no spiritual recovery here."

　　A puzzled voice.

　　into the mouse's ear.

　　Its fat rat body stiffened, and without looking behind it, it rushed out against the ground like lightning.

　　The short limbs turned frantically.

　　Use the power of breastfeeding.

　　behind it.

　　The two paper figurines with their cheeks smeared red lightly followed the wind, chasing after them.

　　"Run, little mouse, let me see how far you can run, Jie Jie Jie Jie~~"

　　On the mountain.

　　The orange cat looked at the construction site in the distance.

　　"I'm not like a mouse, I'm small, I'm sure I'll be found if I rush down."

　　"What should I do, meow?"

　　It is not interested in practice.

　　Compared to practice.

　　It prefers to enjoy the service of the shit shovel officer.

　　It fell silent.

　　A gloomy and hoarse voice took over the conversation, and came from behind it, "Of course he ran away."

　　The orange cat turned to look.

　　All I saw was a giant iron tower man two or three meters high, with many stitches on his body, and his body full of corpse odor standing behind it and strode towards it.

　　"Corpse!"

　　The orange cat screamed in horror.

　　For an instant.

　　The cat fur all over its body burst and stood up.

　　It clawed the ground and let out a warning roar.

　　Then turn around and run away.

　　its speed.

　　than mice.

　　Three more points to go.

　　After running four or five kilometers in a row, the orange cat stopped.

　　"Scared the cat meow."

　　"Humans are really scary meow."

　　"Really? Who is more scary than humans?"

　　An eerie hoarse voice came from behind the orange cat.

　　hear this voice.

　　The orange cat stiffened.

　　slammed to the ground.

　　The body quickly became cold, and no trace of breath came out of the nostrils.

　　"Scared to death?"

　　The black old ghost came out from behind the corpse.

　　He stretched out his hand, touched the orange cat, then shook his head, "It turned out to be really dead."

　　Turn around.

　　The black old ghost walked back slowly.

　　The corpse behind him.

　　Step by step followed behind.

　　Wait about half an hour after he's gone.

　　The orange cat lying on the ground jumped up abruptly, licked its own cat fur with its tongue, and licked off the dirt on it, "I scared the cat to death, but fortunately I will pretend to be dead meow."

　　in the construction site.

　　The old nigger walked back on foot.

　　"Why have you been gone for so long?" the paper tie man asked.

　　"On a whim, I played with that orange cat for a while." The old black ghost said in a hoarse voice.

　　"You didn't kill it, right? Team Lin can tell you, don't kill it," the paper-tie man reminded.

　　"No, it pretended to be dead. I pretended to be tricked by it and let it go."

　　The paper tie man nodded and turned to say something else,

　　"Old ghost, you said that now the spiritual energy has recovered, we monks who practice the left way, can we also cultivate to become immortals one day?"

　　Blue Star Aura Recovery...  

　　The golden age of practitioners is coming.

　　The future is bound to be turbulent.

　　Maybe a few immortals will come out in the future.

　　But such a golden world.

　　Such an opportunity.

　　It doesn't seem to have anything to do with a leftist monk like him.

　　Because since time immemorial.

　　I have never heard of any leftist monk who cultivated into immortals.

　　therefore.

　　He was a little confused during this time.

　　"Do you know what a Zuodao cultivator is?" The old black ghost glanced at the paper-tie man, and asked in a hoarse voice.

　　"There is no way, it's for the left way..."

　　said here.

　　The paper tie man stopped abruptly.

　　He realized something.

　　"There is no way, it is called Zuo Dao. You first practice the Dragon Summoning Art, and then switch to the Supreme Induction Chapter, and then the method is passed down by the immortals, and it is the most authentic way to cultivate and become an immortal. Do you think you are still Zuo Dao? monk?"

　　The nigger said in a hoarse voice.

　　The paper tie man scratched his head with a dry smile.

　　Yes.

　　What he practiced was a practice handed down by immortals, and it was the most authentic Taoist method.

　　He who has this method in his body.

　　I dare not say that I am a direct descendant of Taoism, and the Xuanmen is authentic.

　　But he said he was a Taoist disciple.

　　completely fine.

　　as they speak.

　　The site where the excavation started.

　　There was a sudden sound like hitting a hard rock.

　　The ground, which was originally calm, shook violently.

　　One crack after another emerged from the ground.