Xuanhuan: the Way of Heaven Revolves Around Me

　　(The main body is a child driving a big car)

　　above. .

Chapter 2

　　Tongue of God: "This is... my future?"

　　Sword God Sodros: "It turns out that the realm after Sword God is called Jiyi? It's really fascinating."

　　The information uploaded in the chat group was completely integrated into his mind in just one breath.

　　The two people who digested this information couldn't help feeling shocked.

　　Yakumo Zi thought it was very interesting.

　　As the earliest member of the chat group, she naturally had a similar experience, but what she saw at the moment was a different scenery from other worlds in Gensokyo.

　　A different perspective.

　　Different styles of stories.

　　For the yokai sages who have existed for thousands of years, this opportunity to expand their horizons is also invaluable.

　　Tongue of God: "But why does the group leader know about us?"

　　Sword God Sodros: "Indeed... It's not surprising to say that it has happened in the past, but it would be a bit shocking to know the future."

　　They don't doubt the authenticity of those materials, after all, it can't be false no matter what.

　　Fang Mingjing has nothing to hide.

　　Stinky Bean Sprouts: "It's a comic."

　　Stinky Bean Sprouts: ""Spirit of the Halberd" is a comic I once read, and "Dungeon and Warriors" is a game."

　　Tongue of God: "Cartoon!?"

　　Tongue of God: "Do you mean to say that we are fictional characters from the works!? This—!"

　　Even through the chat group, everyone could feel Nakiri Erina's shaken appearance.

　　But this is also understandable. Anyone who is told at first glance that he is a character created by a certain work will find it absurd and unbelievable.

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "The newcomer is on the point."

　　God's Tongue: "...What are you talking about, how do you want me to admit this kind of thing?!"

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "I don't think it's necessary to think about it at all."

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "A character fictionalized by the work? Then, try to think about all the elements that made up your existence in the past. Are your thoughts and actions at the moment from your own heart or are they given by others? ?"

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "The essence of life is nothing more than flesh and blood, breath and pulse. When you cut a blood vessel, will it be ink that splashes out? If you run in one direction and run to the end, will you hit the frame? Since everything is in front of you It's so real and vivid, so why don't you have to question that it's all fictional?"

　　God's Tongue: "..."

　　The girl who was questioned a little bit seemed to calm down at the moment.

　　Stinky bean sprouts: "Mother Zi is very powerful."

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "Well, it's okay for the little group leader to praise us more?"

　　Sword God Sodros: "The world is false and not false. What I am more curious about is what kind of existence the group owner is? After all, the ability to create this chat group is far beyond the scope of my understanding."

　　Stinky Bean Sprouts: "I'm a tough guy."

　　Sword God Sodros: "?"

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "Hehe, the host of the small group is a very cute child, so I'll share the photos I saved last time with you."

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "Picture"

　　Yakumo Zi couldn't help but share the photos Fang Mingjing gave her before.

　　In the photo, Fang Mingjing is sitting on the grass, looking up at the sky at dusk, and in his hand is a bunch of candied haws that he has not eaten much.

　　He is very cute.

　　Just looking at it creates a sense of luxury.

　　Or rather, his very existence makes one realize "beauty"... an overwhelming beauty.

　　Stinky Bean Sprouts: "I'm a macho."

　　He emphasized it again.

　　Too bad no one agreed.

　　Yakumo Zi was just laughing secretly, while Nakiri Erina stared blankly for a while, then hesitantly, but moved quickly to save the photo.

　　Sodros didn't know what to say.

　　At first, he had great expectations for the group leader, Mingjing, but the result was...

　　Stinky Bean Sprouts: "Well. I'm nothing special now. The reason why I am the owner of this chat group is just a coincidence."

　　Fang Mingjing didn't think about pretending to be mysterious in the group at the beginning of the fight, to pretend to be some kind of boss.

　　That's cumbersome and unnecessary.

　　After all, everyone who joined the chat group is not an idiot. After realizing how powerful the existence of this chat group is, no one would be unwilling to befriend him as the group owner.

　　[Sword God Sodros sent a designated red envelope. 】

　　Sword God Sodros: "I saw this function in the chat group just now, so I wanted to try it out. The group owner, please accept it as a thank you gift for letting me see a wider world."

　　His actions were exactly the same as Yakumo Zi at the beginning.

　　After all, to them who are already strong, the so-called world, although it looks infinitely wide, is also too small.

　　And the chat group that can cross the heavens and the world, this is a platform for them to enter a higher level.

　　This opportunity can even be called a gift.

　　Fang Mingjing received the red envelope without hesitation.

　　[Stinky bean sprouts received a red envelope. 】

　　【You get "Sword Insight"】

　　What he got brightened his eyes, and he knew Sodros was strong.

　　In the story of the continent of Arad, he is a living legend, he has special attainments and understanding of swordsmanship, not only great swords, daggers, great swords, lightsabers, and blunt weapons, all of which are unparalleled. realm.

　　For one goal, he even practiced alone in the hellish Tower of Death for 2000 years.

　　The insights accumulated by such characters are not unheard of as gifts.

　　God's Tongue: "..."

　　Does she have to send something too?

　　Although Totsuki's eldest lady is not well-mannered, she is not a fool.

　　Looking at the cooking she had just finished on the table in front of her, Erina Nakiri hesitated for a while before sending it out as a red envelope.

　　Fang Mingjing, a seventeen-year-old girl, and the sword god Sodros stole the red envelope.

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "Cooking, after reading the information just now, I am looking forward to it."

　　Sword God Sodros: "...Speaking of which, in the thousand years of the Tower of Death, I have never eaten any decent food."

　　Stinky bean sprouts: "Delicious!"

　　……

　　The new book is uploaded, the big guys must give some flowers to some collections, this is really important!

　　Thanks! .

Chapter 3

　　When I came out of the quiet room, it was past noon.

　　Fang Mingjing came outside.

　　It has to be said that the environment of Zhishui Peak, the residence of the Holy Son of the Holy Land, is excellent.

　　Green grass in the yard.

　　Under the long pavilion of the trees, there are clusters of flowers on both sides of the road, and the road extends to the flowerbed at the end, which is an ingenious structure that flowers can bloom in any season.

　　The weather is still warm at this time, so the blooming flowers are also full of warm tones and bright colors.

　　Go play by the lake...

　　He thought so, but before he could leave, the maid Qing He hurried over.

　　"Sister Qinghe?"

　　"Little Holy Son, the Holy Master just ordered someone to look for it, saying that you will go to him after you finish your cultivation."

　　"Go again..."

　　Fang Mingjing grunted.

　　Still, he nodded to show that he knew.

　　He didn't delay, and immediately set off down the mountain.

　　The cultivation base of Ningzhenjing already has the ability to fly in the sky, so he didn't take much effort to go down the mountain.

　　There was an old man in black robe waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time.

　　"Uncle Mu."

　　"Hehe, the old servant has seen the little saint."

　　The old man smiled and bowed slightly.

　　He is always courteous.However, after seeing it many times, Fang Mingjing didn't care.