Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

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Anyway, the road to the west to obtain scriptures, because of Jiang Hao, temporarily stopped at the Wuzhuang View.

Gods, immortal Buddhas, always watching.

Although it was only a small movement, it still alarmed the Jade Emperor and the Western Twin Saints.

“It’s okay, some time, for me can’t wait for a snap of my fingers, they want to rest!”

“Then don’t care!”

Western Twin Saints Exchange.

“Your Majesty rest assured, with Zhen Yuanzi Daxian here, there will definitely be no accident, as long as he no longer writes those books of extraterritorial demons, this little thing will not hurt him!”

Taibai Jinxing suggested so, after all, wasn’t their original purpose for this.

Under the ginseng fruit tree, Jiang Hao sat here every day, quietly enlightening.

Although the ginseng fruit tree is not a tree of enlightenment, it cannot give people the blessing of enlightenment, but as one of the innate spiritual roots, it has its own rhyme and is in harmony with heaven and earth.

Practicing under its tree can make people more in line with heaven and earth, whether it is enlightenment or absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, sun and moon essence, the speed has doubled several times.

“It has been nearly ten years since I came to this time, read ancient texts, learned ancient characters, cultivated literary qi, and then published the first book and first poem, and officially started the road of cultivation!”

Jiang Hao let out a breath of turbid breath, he slowly opened his eyes, and once again forcibly suppressed the realm that was about to break through.

However, in ten years, Jiang Hao has become a golden immortal from a mortal, this speed is simply terrifying, and there are only a few people in the world who can compare with him.

However, sometimes the realm rises too fast, which is not a good thing, the state of mind cannot keep up, and if the foundation is not stable enough, it will be like a castle in the air, and the strong wind will collapse in an instant.

“It’s all to blame on those lovely readers, what kind of tiger whip, 6,000 years of peach, extraordinary elixir, precious heavenly treasure!”

“And you, why are you so cute and tempting, but let me eat seven in a few days, this is good, I can’t suppress it if I want to, I blame you!”

Jiang Hao muttered.

The ginseng fruit tree is speechless, it is easy to produce a fruit, you eat it without saying, and blame the fruit for its extraordinary utility, where in the world is there such a shameless person.

The ginseng fruit tree, angry, its full of tree god leaves are flowing with Dao glow, it is so wonderful, it seems that each leaf is like a small world, representing a kind of Tao, swaying with a dreamy brilliance.

Jiang Hao was instantly attracted to it, he was addicted to it, and he tried his best to understand the mystery inside, as if he wanted to find a little heaven-opening mystery from it.

A splendid tree, extraordinarily dazzling, making people.

The years passed, but in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, Jiang Hao woke up from the enlightenment, and if he realized something, he felt that the opportunity for breakthrough would come soon.

“Eat a ginseng fruit first and fill your stomach!”

Jiang Hao casually took out a ginseng fruit, and then swallowed it in front of a group of ginseng fruits.

“Wow! Wow! Wow! ”

In an instant, the cry of the baby resounded throughout the world, and the ginseng fruit of the tree hid in fear.

Although they do not have spiritual intelligence, they still have instincts, which is worthy of being a rare fetish in this heaven and earth.

After a ginseng fruit was put down, green light enveloped Jiang Hao’s whole body, making his skin as green as jade.

It stands to reason that after taking the divine object, he immediately refined his cultivation and had the best effect, but this time Jiang Hao did not do this.

He took out a few Transmission Flying Swords and prepared to send a letter to his family.

“Dear little Snow Baby? Won’t this be too meaty, or called Xiao Qiqi, Xiao Xue’er, I have a good time on the road to the west, the people and demons on the road, referred to as shemales, are particularly interesting, and the fruits here are really delicious, I am going to leave a few to bring to you to eat………………”

“Dear little baby Ya’er, I’m all right here…………… By the way, don’t break the book, when it’s almost the same, you’re telling me…”

Jiang Hao imprinted what he wanted to say on the Transmission Flying Sword, but after getting two, he paused slightly, but he remembered Chang’e Fairy.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to just give them two? Or, are you also sending a handful to Chang’e fairy? But what to say? After all, it’s not that yet, let’s write a poem! Jiang Hao muttered.

“Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet the girl who is like a laurel. She has the same color as the laurel, the fragrance of the laurel, the sorrow of the laurel, mourning in the rain, mourning and hesitating.”

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, walking silently like me, cold, bleak, and melancholy. She approached silently, approached, and cast too breath-like eyes, she floated over like a dream, like a dream, miserable and confused……………………

Holding an oil-paper umbrella,

Wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley,

I hope to float by, a girl with a grievance like a laurel. ”

The poem was shocking to the world, and this time Jiang Hao did not write it, but just chanted and imprinted it on the Transmission Flying Sword, which immediately transformed this Transmission Flying Sword into a peak treasure, and also sublimated towards the Houtian Lingbao.

This is a poem that lies between the town and the world.

Because this poem is too short in existence, and it lacks a bit of ancient charm, it is too white, and even heaven and earth are a little inaccurate.

“Nima, isn’t it, I’m just copying a love poem to pick up a girl, didn’t your wave of heavenly temperament force me to break through?” Jiang Hao looked confused. _

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