Record of Chaos

　　 "The heart needs to produce a soul. But, it now..." The old man looked at the change of the white streamer in this heart, "He has absorbed part of the soul, from someone."

"mine?"

　　 Gouzhu is really going to be shocked, even his soul can be absorbed?

　　 Is it part of my soul that I was pulled into the shape of ramen in the hallucinations and finally broke?

　　 "Senior, what should I do?" Gou Zhu's face was a little pale, and he was glad that his limbs were intact, but he had lost part of his soul... This sounds like a lot more serious than a broken limb.

　　 "I don't know how old you are."

　　 Hearing Gouzhu’s horrified question, the old man raised his head and looked at Gouzhu again.

　　 This young man looks as healthy as yesterday, without any problems, "Besides, you see, there is nothing wrong with you."

　　 "Senior," Gouzhu was choked with anger when he heard it. Isn't this shameless! "The young man has always been secretive, and he has never left an object to anyone. This is good for the predecessors, and it is directly lost to the young half of the soul. If there are any sequelae, it will be all small. Count on seniors!"

　　 "It seems that the old man shouldn't have pulled you."

　　 Gouzhu is speechless for a while.

　　 If it weren't for the old man to grab his arm, he would be sucked into the dome.

　　 The old man looked at the heart of the two-color aura, using his spiritual consciousness to perceive the changes in it carefully, and his mood became more and more excited. This heart seems to emit soul breath!

　　 A faint, almost indistinguishable breath.

　　 There is no doubt that only the soul can emit soul breath.

　　 Although it's just like a hairspring between existence and nonexistence, it is the greatest achievement he has achieved in the past five hundred years.

　　 He seemed to have an epiphany.

　　 Five hundred years ago, he was here, under this fairy tree, making a bet with Qin Zunyang.

"Lao Jiu, you have to win," Qin Zunyang smiled with his thin face like an old monkey, his eyes narrowed, "I am definitely not stingy, this fairy tree belongs to you. You just cut it down. Firewood is also arbitrary."

　　 At that time, I was still called Piao Laojiu, not the old man and the old predecessor in the mouth of this ridiculous young man.

　　 The so-called Old Nine is ranked ninth among the Five Elements Grand Master.

　　 But I don’t know what happened. Although the two of them have two different faces, the brows and eyes of the young man in front of him are a bit like the old liar Qin Zunyang!

　　 At the beginning, I was deceived to Cuiyu Peak by Qin Zunyang, a tricky monkey.

　　 Pu Laojiu has really been attracted to this fairy tree for a long time.

　　 These fairy trees on Cuiyu Peak, I really don’t know how Qin Zunyang, the thin old man, was planted. This place gathers the aura of mountains and seas and gathers the essence of heaven and earth. It is no less than the Five Elements Mountain.

　　 One hundred years ago, a tree with a few seeds has now turned into a real giant tree, which occupies dozens of large and small peaks around Cuiyu Peak.

　　 This speed is too exaggerated.

　　 And Qin Zunyang knows the truth about what he wants. Any fairy tree here is a treasure that Park Laojiu covets.

　　What a good wood, it's still whole, even worse than the best-colored pineapple and red sandalwood.

　　 The wood color is warm and moist like jade, the wood is extremely tough, dense and seamless, and the woody fragrance is elegant and refreshing.

　　 This wood is simply pure wood aura condensed, one with the heaven and the earth, living with the sun and the moon.

　　 Such a big tree, how many fairy-wood carved beds can be made, how many dragon chair thrones-but those are his early hobbies.

　　 Now, his only hobby is carving wooden puppets. Without this kind of aura-rich fairy wood, those puppets can't be smart at all.

　　 This thing is good, just like humans, but with absolute loyalty that humans do not have.

　　 You don’t need to eat or drink, and you won’t be pretentious and angry. Why not make a few, lay hands on yourself, chop down trees, shave wood shavings, or see-saw and paint.

　　 What is annoying to do.

　　 It’s better to grow a few more fields, raise some pigs, make some wine, make some snacks, wine and meat, eat and drink, and have carpentry work to do.

　　 Isn’t this a fairy-like day? It's better to be a beauty, so that the bubble spring water in summer will warm the quilt in winter-just like that woman!

　　Haha, who would call "she" look down on me, this is the ultimate pursuit.

　　 Thinking of this, Park Laojiu's face twitched a few times due to excitement and entanglement.

　　 Qin Zunyang's skinny monkey face is still smiling slightly. Anyone who has this kind of smile will be taken to the pit. This is not a matter of once or twice.

　　Piao Laojiu, he doesn't look honest at all, but he is actually shrewd like a monkey.

　　 But this time, such a big benefit is right in front of my eyes... It is simply impossible to make Park Laojiu completely unmoved.

　　 "If you lose, what will you do?"

"If you lose, this tree is yours too. Not only that—" Qin Zunyang showed that kind of weird face again, which made him feel that there was a big hole in front of him, but he had an invisible confident expression, "I have also included me for many years. The collection of swordsmanship, 120, these are all treasures."

　　 "Swordsmanship?" The ominous feeling in his heart grew stronger. When Qin Zunyang took advantage of this, he had never been kind enough, "I'm not interested in swordsmanship."

"Of course, you can't take it for nothing. In the future, you will spend half of your time teaching my disciples and grandchildren swordsmanship, but only half of the time. The remaining half, what do you want to do, this tree is here Here, you can chop and play."

　　 "You really didn't have a good heart, don't you just want me to join your Jade Palace and teach you apprentices?" Pu Laojiu saw it through and gave Qin Zunyang a blank look.

"Okay, another rule will be good for you." True Monarch Zunyang's face was gloomy. "There is no time limit for gambling-it doesn't matter if you lose in this game, as long as you are in one day, you can do it. Keep betting, if you win one day, you still win."

　　 "Oh?" There was a movement in his heart, and he was inexplicably aroused by flames, "Don't underestimate the strength of my ‘Heaven’s Magic Work’, thinking I can’t do it without time limit?"

　　 "Hey, then try it." Qin Zunyang smiled wretchedly.

　　 Even though he said that, he didn't lose in the game.

　　 won this dream fairy tree, and he has it ever since.

　　 Lost, or get, it’s just that the enjoyment of life is cut in half, but it doesn’t really matter to him, his life is long enough.

　　 Half of the time, living a perfect life where you can do whatever you want, and the other half of the time working for this smart guy is not an unacceptable ending.

　　 Knowing that it might be a big hang, Piao Laojiu was brought in by Qin Zunyang.

　　 The old nine is the old nine, no one can play the third in terms of scheming.

　　 The game is very simple.

　　 Pu Laojiu said that sooner or later he could create a wooden puppet with a soul, but Qin Zunyang expressed his unbelief, that was impossible.

　　 So the gambling game was established.

　　 From then on, Piao Laojiu lived in this tree.

During the day, his memory was chaotic. He didn't know what happened. Apart from reading more and more swordsmanship over the years, making them into puppets, and then maintaining those cable bridges, there was Qin Zunyang. His disciples and grandsons came over, and he taught them swordsmanship, or let them go to the rope bridges by themselves.

　　 At night, he will restore his full memory and do what he loves to do.

　　 Of course, the only thing he does is still making puppets-in order to bet against Qin Zunyang, he must make a puppet with a soul.

　　 Over the years ~www.readwn.com~ his technique of making puppets has made incredible progress.

　　 From the tree hole under the wooden house, he found the green sap flowing out of the tree pith, and the spiritual fire emerging. When the sap is boiled by the spirit fire, a white resin can be obtained.

　　 This thing is soft and delicate, it is a real imitation.

　　Piao Laojiu wants to make the woman who despises him extremely, and let her warm her bed, of course, she can’t use cold wood.

　　 Moreover, as long as this material is injected with different auras, it will show different materials, which is simply omnipotent.

　　 He used it to make the internal organs, skin muscles and blood vessels, and even used a special method to pull out the filaments, dyed them black, and turned them into jet-black hair.

　　 As for the bones, the wood of the fairy tree will do.

　　 He really owns this fairy tree.

　　 These wood and sap, as well as the aura in the sap, are inexhaustible. He can use it whatever he likes.

　　 But in fact, in the so-called free night, Park Laojiu was completely imprisoned by that kind of darkness. He could only stay in this wooden house and enjoy everything that gushes out of the veins of the trees underground.

　　 He didn't know whether it was he owns the fairy tree or the fairy tree owns him.

　　 And such the same day and night, it is five hundred years...

　　 I was really fooled by the thin monkey Qin Zunyang!

　　 And the soul, but there is no trace,

　　 Until this day.

　　 There was a foundation-building kid who didn't know the height of the sky and earth, miraculously prying the restraint lock, stealing his heavily protected heart, and pulling his soul into the heart.

　　 This was completely an accident, but because of this accident, a trace of soul aura appeared.

　　 He also gradually realized it.