My Simping System Chapter 57: Diary

　　 A moment ago, under the ground.

　　 In the dark and dark bronze corridor, ticking dew fell between the cracks of the blue stone bricks. But there are torches burning on the side of the wall.

　　 No one thought there would be such a place.

　　Under the chaotic graveyard in the back hills of North Shengyoushui Village, there is such a splendid and magnificent bronze hall.

　　 No one has been here for a long time.

　　 But today is a little bit different.

　　The silent void suddenly rippled and rippled, and then a pitch-black crack was torn out.

　　 The black-clothed boy walked out of the crack awkwardly, panting slightly.

　　 "Ha..."

　　 The boy in black is Chen Che, but at the moment his hair is messy, his face is pale, and he doesn't look good.

　　The white mist slowly floated in his ring, and then condensed into an old figure.

　　 "Apprentice, are you tired?"

　　 Old Chen stood with his hands on his hands, floating in the air, and said leisurely: "The evil grievances you have absorbed are far from enough to step into the first level of Xuantian Gong."

　　 "There are too many evil grievances in this place. It is simply a gift from heaven. Don't waste it."

　　 Chen Che sat on the ground, leaning against the bronze wall.

　　The so-called Xuantian Gong, he has roughly figured it out during the practice in the past few days.

　　 was buried in a random grave in less than a day.

The reason why 　　 is a few days of cultivation is because of the unique cultivation space that Chen Che has mastered. In the practice space, time passes extremely slowly.

　　 After a few days, he gradually understood that this is just a yellow-level inferior technique, and Chen Che was a little dismissive at first.

　　 But then he gradually realized that Xuantian Gong was not easy.

　　 The more evil grievances swallowed, the technique will continue to evolve until it finally reaches the top grade of heaven.

　　In theory, it is extremely simple, but in practice, it is quite difficult.

　　Chen Che’s voice was weak, and said: "Master, of course I know this."

　　 "It's just the breath of evil grievance... It's too difficult to manipulate."

　　 Old Chen sighed slightly, and said: "Oh-indeed, if you look at your qualifications alone, you are already pretty good."

　　 "It's just that our time is running out."

　　 For some reason, the speed of the evil grievances around him suddenly accelerated.

　　 Chen Che frowned slightly, looked around, and said: "Speaking of which, Master, where are we now?"

　　After he escaped into the cultivation space, Old Chen drew out a clone and went to explore the way deeper underground.

　　 After the temporary practice was over, I escaped from the space and came to such a place.

　　 Chen Lao said mysteriously: "Here...hehe, a great opportunity."

　　"Unexpectedly, there was a palace of such a scale under the ground of the Northern Holy Land, and the evil grievances diffused from it."

　　"Perhaps, in the deepest part, there is the inheritance and opportunity of magic repair."

　　"For Xuan Tiangong, this is an atmospheric luck that can be met but cannot be sought."

　　 As long as enough evil spirits or evil spirits are absorbed, the level of the practice will continue to advance.

　　 Hearing this, Chen Che nodded slightly.

　　 He doesn't mind the evil grudges, but with his current physical body, it is difficult to withstand the backlash effect.

　　 But there must be an opportunity ahead, Chen Lao has found a way, and must come forward to find out clearly.

　　 "Everything is here, then go ahead."

　　 Chen Che breathed a sigh of relief and decided to move on.

　　In the dark and damp bronze corridor, there are endless torches on both sides of the way.

　　 was very quiet along the way, except that there was damp dew everywhere.

　　 At the end of the corridor, a giant door about two meters high stands quietly here, and the giant door is carved with countless hideous distortions, which seems to be carved by some kind of terrifying creature.

　　 The bronze gate is inlaid with a huge luminous bead.

　　 A terrifying aura diffused from the crack of the door, and an inexplicable sense of weirdness enveloped my heart.

　　 "Hoo——"

　　 Chen Che hesitated and raised his hand, then he was cruel and pushed the door open directly.

　　 He was afraid of a trap, so he was fully prepared.

　　 crunch——

　　The dusty bronze door that hasn't moved for a long time opened slowly, and the entire corridor seemed to be trembling.

　　The scene inside the door was reflected in Chen Che's eyes.

　　 It is an empty bronze hall with brilliant decorations, nine beads standing on it, and countless images of hideous and distorted monsters carved on it.

　　 In the very center of the hall, there is a skeleton figure with its head slightly bowed, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and in front of it is a simple desk.

　　 "Here...?" Chen Che was startled suddenly.

　　 Chen Lao appeared again, frowning, and then said: "I guess it's right, this is indeed the ruins of the tomb of Moxiu."

　　 "The owner of the tomb mansion should have been dead for a long time, there is no aura of life, but the evil grievance is still monstrous."

　　 "Apprentice, let's go ahead and have a look."

　　 Chen Che nodded in response, and then cautiously stepped forward.

　　 tread——

　　 tread——

　　 The empty hall, the sound of footsteps echoed constantly.

　　 Unexpectedly, without any traps or obstructions, I came to the center of the hall unimpeded all the way.

　　Chen Che lowered his head, staring at the skeleton sitting cross-legged.

　　 It holds a scroll in its hand, and the desk is full of other scrolls and books.

　　"This is..."

　　 Chen Che frowned, took the scroll from the skeleton's hand, and opened it.

　　 scanned it for a moment, and he was surprised: "Diary?"

　　 turned to the first page, and there was scribbled abbreviated text on it.

　　 These words are rather scribbled and difficult to read.

　　Chen Che read it line by line, and at the same time read it all out, saying that he listened to Chen Lao——

　　"The wasteland in the north, the upper reaches of the Youshui River, the deserted village.

　　Following the guidance of the immortal master to find this place, prying into the heavens and the pilgrimage, to no avail, perhaps the time has not come. "

　　"The third day.

　　 accidentally met the Yinsheng virgin in Youshui Village, which can be used as a medicinal sacrifice to make me reshape the magic vein.

　　 It's a pity that the virgin physique is not yet ready and the time has not arrived.

　　's attitude as an immortal master deceives the villagers of Youshui Village and sets up an array. Believe it, funny. "

　　 "The devil's thorn flower planted on the top of the mountain behind the water can accelerate the growth of Yin Sheng maiden. After about ten years, it can be used as a medicine to reshape my magic veins. You have to wait a long time."

　　"Forty-ninth day."

　　"I found a pilgrimage by accident~IndoMTL.com~The crooked, obscure diary handwriting suddenly disappeared.

　　 Chen Che turned several pages in succession, all blank, but saw traces of torn in the scroll.

　　 When turning to the last page.

　　 finally saw the familiar distorted font again——

　　 "Wen Shengzi died in the battle of Zhongzhou, very heartache."

　　"The saint son was inhumanely abused. Thousands of his compatriots died in the bloodbath. The instructions of the pilgrimage to the heavenly way were trampled on by the false gods. We can only welcome the next son of the heavenly way. We cannot act rashly before. The female emperor... will surely suffer retribution from God,"

　　"Whoever walks with the false goddess runs counter to the laws of heaven. The world runs counter to the laws of heaven."

　　"……"

　　"After ten years, the body of Yin Sheng will sacrifice, and I will recast the flesh to welcome the next son of heaven."

　　, a diary of a book, only to record these few lines, it is broken.

　　 Chen Che was confused and frowned. He couldn't understand the meaning of this.

　　"Master, what does this mean...?"

　　 Chen Lao was silent for a while, shook his head, "I don't know."

　　 "I slept for the teacher for a long time, and my spiritual consciousness was damaged. Some of the things that happened during this period can't be remembered, and some are completely unknown."

　　 "The so-called heavenly path and pilgrimage as a teacher are a little known. That is a very remote thing for you, let's talk about it later."

　　 Chen Che nodded slightly and put down the scroll.

　　 Chen Lao continued: "But I have to tell you one thing--"

　　"The death of the son who took office, he died ten years ago."

　　 "If what this diary says is true... I'm afraid, another chance will come."