Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 199 Riding a Crane Down to Yangzhou

By the second day.

Wei Yi silently finished his morning class, and after still swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, he sat up slowly.

He looked at the fallen leaves on the ground.

Feeling the air, the bitterness in the wind, I feel a little sad for a moment:

"Mr. Liu may be the first to leave, but he won't be the last."

"Longevity is to endure loneliness."

"If the heart cannot be pure, then it will never become a species of immortality, let alone immortality."

"Pindao still needs to exercise."

Sighing, Wei Yi slowly walked out of the courtyard, walked out of the main entrance, and then slowly walked into Pingyang Street.

At this time, I was looking at the street.

All I saw was the Liu family teahouse, which should have been very conspicuous, but now it was completely plain.

And at the door of the teahouse, there were former tea drinkers one after another, and they were no longer as lively as before.

All of them fell silent.

Just waiting quietly at the door, waiting for the last stick of incense with old friends.

Faced with this situation, even if we drink tea here, those old friends who have been drinking for several years or more than ten years can't help feeling:
"Why is Lao Liu gone alone?"

"It was so sudden."

"When I saw him yesterday, he was still alive and kicking, but he was gone overnight."

"Oh... this is life~"

"..."

Sigh after sigh.

Even some of the older people felt a kind of sadness in their hearts.

Old Liu was not a few years older than them.

What's more, if it really compares to the body, maybe they are not as good as Lao Liu who is busy every day.

Now the old friend is gone.

And how many people can these old guys survive?
Go down one by one.

If these old friends drink tea in Liu's teahouse one day, he will be the only one left.

How sad is that?

Thinking about this, the old tea drinkers and old friends feel even more depressed, which seems to be more contrasted with this simple scene.

Go a few steps further.

Only one after another sad cries could be heard, coming from the backyard of the teahouse:
“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Father~”

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"..."

The sound is bleak, like a cuckoo crying blood.

Walking to the backyard of the teahouse, I only saw that the originally relatively empty backyard was now filled with tables one after another.

There were some tea and snacks on the table.

Sitting on the benches at the four corners of the table, there are some old or young guests who came to express their condolences.

Everyone wears a white cloth.

That is to say, only the direct descendants of Mr. Liu and relatives can really wear linen filial piety and white cloth.

Looking inside.

I only saw a rectangular coffin with a very simple shape standing upright on the mourning hall.

A black coffin with white curtains.

For a moment, it became a black and white melody of life.

Just on either side of the coffin.

Mr. Liu's son and daughter-in-law are on one side, and his married daughter and nephew are on the other side.

Looking around is full of descendants.

Speaking of it, it can be regarded as a thriving population!

Of course, the left side of the coffin belongs to Mr. Liu's own son and grandson, which is a single biography.

Looking down.

All I saw was a child in his teens, kneeling there in a linen school uniform with tears in his eyes.

Although the face is still green.

But he looked like a little grown-up.

Seeing this child, Wei Yi sighed softly in his heart:
"Sigh... the baby in my arms in the past has grown so big now."

He still remembered that when he first came here, he used the Zhu You Technique to help the little doll get rid of the night crying syndrome.

When Wei Yi walked to the door, there were still a few people in front of him, waiting in line to offer incense.

And on one side of the yard, there are just a lot of paper figurines and horses, as well as the burnt gold and silver ingots.

Looking at the piles of piles.

Incense is definitely at its peak!
After all, they have lived on this street for so long, and when the old neighbors came to visit, they would bring a few incense sticks with them.

For a while, cigarettes curled up in front of the mourning hall.

As the host presided over the entire funeral at the front, the funeral also went in an orderly manner:

"A bow~"

"Bow again~"

"Three bows~"

"..."

"After the ceremony, thank you (kei)~"

Every time someone comes to offer incense, the filial sons and grandsons have to kowtow to thank them.

One by one was crying again.

Some of the female family members even fainted from crying amidst the thanks one after another.

at last.

The people in front gradually dispersed.

Wei Yi was wearing his blue Taoist robe that had not changed for many years, and walked slowly in front of the mourning hall.

He just took three incense sticks from the front of the mourning hall, and then lit them from the candle on the left.

With a light wave of his hand, he extinguished the flame above, and then inserted the three incense sticks into the front incense burner:
"Mr. Liu is well on his way."

However, just as he was about to leave, a breeze gently shook the two candles burning above the mourning hall.

Stop and stamp your feet.

Wei Yi turned his head and looked towards the front of the Lingtai.

I only saw the portrait drawn at the front of the mourning hall, but there was a little more aura on it at the moment.

Looking towards the face.

Vaguely, you can still see the people inside blinking at the outside.

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi sighed helplessly:
"Mr. Liu, why force him to stay in this world?"

"If you don't reincarnate again, I'm afraid it will damage the soul."

"Go~, go~"

Only Wei Yi waved his hand casually.

A gust of wind blew past, and directly rolled up the painting on the wall slightly.

next moment.

I only saw the painting that was still full of aura, and it immediately became ordinary.

Let go of his hand, only to see that Wei Yi seemed to be holding some complicated translucent fragments in his hand, as if he wanted to escape.

"Mr. Liu, you can go at ease."

"It is enough to leave a ray of obsession and turn it into a stick of incense to guard future generations~"

When he said this, Wei Yi gently clasped his hands like this.

Followed by.

Seeing those translucent fragments that were originally intended to escape, they were twisted into a stick of incense in his hands.

Slightly twist it with your fingers.

A handful of flames was born, and in an instant, wisps of blue smoke floated up into the sky on the fragrance.

Insert this incense stick into the incense burner.

All I saw was the fragrance that was originally full of the furnace, but at this moment it was vaguely surrounding this single one, spinning and climbing.

Like layers of clouds.

It is also like the stairs to the fairy palace.

However, no matter how much the people around burn incense and how much time it takes, even if the other incense candles are burned out, this one is still shining brightly.

A little bit of blue smoke drifted in it.

It's like an old man with gray hair, stroking his beard and looking at the family with a smile:
"Hehehehe..."

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi showed a smile, and then he retreated slowly to the outside.

And from his arrival until his departure, no one has ever seen his trace.

Only Mr. Liu's son stood up suddenly, and when he saw the unquenchable green smoke curling up in the middle of the incense burner, his eyes flashed thoughtfully:
"...Is the Taoist priest here?"

That wisp of green smoke is an incense stick.

This incense stick is condensed from Mr. Liu's obsession with cherishing his children and grandchildren.

From the moment Wei Yi stripped it off, Mr. Liu didn't have to suffer seven days in the yang world, and went directly to the underworld to reincarnate.

And this time, the incense condensed by obsession, as long as the incense continues, at least it can bless the incense of the three generations of the Liu family.

Leaving the Liu family.

Leaving the small teahouse with white curtains.

For a moment, Wei Yi felt as if some inexplicable shackles had been opened on his whole body, and he only felt his mind relax:
"The rest is long enough now."

"It's time to travel around the world, and it's time to prepare some raw materials for the refining of the Dragon and Tiger Pill."

"Time waits for no one, and the poor can no longer practice with peace of mind~"

Although he has been practicing hard for the past six months.

But even if he strives so hard and works so hard, he has only just cultivated a line of ancestral qi.

In other words.

If he really used years as a unit, he would only have two units and two years of supernatural power.

That's a pitiful one~
Taking a few steps casually, Wei Yi didn't specifically tell Wang Mingli that he was going to travel again.

After all, he said it in advance.

And his various elixirs are often given to Wang Mingli to taste.

Even if you don't practice much, at least you can live to the age of 80 with a strong body, so you don't have to worry about the situation that the old king will die if he turns around.

Go into your own small courtyard.

What came into view was Chi Yan who was holding a big fan under the huge Bagua stove, fanning the wind to ignite the fire.

Looking to the side.

I only saw two wastes, one golden and one black lying on the left and right of the laurel tree, which was as white as jade and as high as three feet.

Both guys were napping there.

"...ha~"

What's more, Xiao Hei is too lazy to even lick his hair at this time.

Wei Yi shook his head while watching.

Of course, when he set his gaze in Chi Yan's direction, he couldn't help showing some appreciation.

After all, how to say it.

It is really a happy thing to have this little Daoist boy who only works and does not eat under his hands.

Although he can practice Dan Wan.

But someone helped refine it, and it was the kind that worked online [-] hours a day and night.

Who doesn't like such a Daoist?
However, at this moment he coughed a few times, and then interrupted Chi Yan's thoughts of continuing to refine his worries:

"We've been here long enough."

"Clean up."

"We should go out for a walk too~"

As soon as the words were finished, before Chi Yan could make any move, the two silly bears on the tree had a sudden idea and jumped up.

Don't mention how energetic they are one by one.

Especially Jin Chan's big round eyes, which seem to have starlight inside.

of course.

You can't just talk about Jin Chan.

That little black is not bad, after all, his eyes are indeed bright enough.

Chi Yan responded after hearing Wei Yi's words, and then packed up:
"Okay, sir."

He first put down the round fan in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly breathed out a mouthful of scorching air towards the huge burning alchemy furnace:
"call……"

the next moment.

I only saw that the center of the red furnace seemed to be solidified by something.

A small dragon writhes in it.

And every time he turned over, he would bring up a lot of flames in the alchemy furnace.

After a while, the flame in the alchemy furnace was completely absorbed into the body by the little dragon.

Just now.

The little dragon flew to the center of the alchemy furnace, and quickly coiled into a ball.

In the end, it turned into a fiery red pill!
Seeing this scene, Chi Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:

"Huh~, it's okay, it's okay."

"It's a good thing it wasn't wasted."

This is the flame that he has forged from the air of the earth fire day and night for so many years.

If due to negligence, the anger inside was vented, Chi Yan, who controlled the flame and controlled the temperature, would not die of anger.

It was all collected by him through hard work.

Every ray of flame is his sweat!
When the dust settled, Chi Yan waved his hand and took back the gold brick that had been condensed to the color of pure gold under the alchemy furnace.

And at the moment when the gold brick appeared.

In the courtyard, there is a faint scent of medicine.

It was soaked through!

For the four of them, the most important thing is this alchemy furnace.

Now that Chi Yan has finished tidying up, they don't need to tidy up anything, after all, most of the things are stored in the laurel space.

He waved to the three little guys.

The three little guys jumped onto the laurel tree with great eyesight, and then slowly entered the space inside the laurel tree.

The Laurel Space at this time is quite different from the past.

If it was only a few feet before, now the land inside has a radius of hundreds of feet.

It is no problem to build a palace.

Part of the land inside has been reclaimed by Xiao Hei, and some herbs have been planted.

Are some of the more commonly used.

Every day the moonlight is sprinkled, and the effect is even stronger than ripening, and the efficacy of the medicine is simply increasing.

In other places, there are shelves, desks and the like.

This is almost all of Wei Yi's net worth.

After all, speaking of it, this piece of space is similar to the universe in his sleeve.

It's just that he hasn't had time to sum up the space means in the universe in his sleeves.

Waved away the alchemy furnace.

Then let the laurel tree sink into his altar.

Looking around.

All I could see was the originally lively courtyard, but now it became a little empty.

After confirming that there was nothing he forgot to bring, Wei Yi clapped his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's time to leave~"

All I saw was that Wei Yi casually pulled out a piece of rice paper from the table, folded it lightly with both hands, and it looked like a flower.

Kung fu in a short while.

A pure white paper crane took shape in his hands.

Put this paper crane in the palm of your hand.

Wei Yi gently exhaled at the paper crane in his hand:

"Whoo~"

the next moment.

That little paper crane seemed to have come to life, it gently waved its wings from his hand, and slowly flew into the air.

Kung fu in a short while.

The little paper crane grew bigger and bigger, and some feathers grew on it.

In just the blink of an eye, the origami crane that was originally folded out of paper turned into a real red-crowned crane.

Its color is vermilion.

It looks very seductive!

"Go~"

With a soft drink, Wei Yi sat cross-legged on the back of the white crane, allowing him to take him flying into the distance.

The paper crane flew farther and farther, and gradually flew into the clouds.

There was only one long cry, spreading from the mass of white clouds to the distance:

"Wow..."

(End of this chapter)