Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Cars are the crystallization of the wisdom of human civilization.

It can be said that the moment the car was invented, human transportation has undergone earth-shaking changes. It can be said to be a breakthrough from 0 to 1. The moment the internal combustion engine roars, the four wheels begin to rotate, and the vehicle drives on the road, human civilization begins to shine like a morning star. ·

Zhuge Qing sat on the Universiade semi-trailer and felt that the morning star of mankind was dead.

This semi-trailer truck with the word "Universiade" engraved on it is very spectacular. It is much taller than a four-wheel carriage, and it is also extremely cool when driving on the road. The only problem is...
Why the driving position or the wheelchair?

Seeing Zhou Li holding the wheel of the wheelchair with both hands, staring straight ahead, pursed his lips, looking serious and sincere, Zhuge Qing only felt an inexplicable absurdity.

What's going on with a wheelchair covered with the skin of a strange, huge vehicle?

Tang Wan squatted next to Zhou Li, with a dog-legged look that was deeply rooted in people's hearts. He struggled to navigate the wheelchair just for five minutes, which was enough to prove the attraction of this thing to men.

Please, can this man carry a wheelchair that can transform into a Universiade truck?
After driving for a while, Zhou Li seemed a little tired of using a wheelchair to control a semi-truck. Then, under Zhuge Qing's shocked gaze, he removed the wheel of the wheelchair and placed it in front of him. An iron rod was automatically inserted into the wheel, and a steering wheel appeared in Zhou Li's hand.

"This thing is still good."

Zhou Li commented with satisfaction.

As a poor person who was always inferior to others because of taking the C2 exam in his previous life, Zhou Li only felt a sense of relief at this moment. This is what the Universiade truck brought to him, and what the Xuanlong wheelchair brought to him. Now, driving this car, he only feels as free as the wind.

Cool.

but.

Looking at the extremely petite carriage passing by the big truck, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhou Li's eyes.

I seem to have...forgot something.

What's going on?

It seems like a person?
"Fuck me!"

Zhou Li suddenly tightened his grip on the steering wheel and turned it down, but the car still drove normally. He turned his head, looked at the somewhat astonished people, and said a name.

"Where's Liu Haizhu?!"

Wait a moment.

Zhuge Qing was stunned for a moment and looked shocked, "Yes, where is my junior brother?"

Yes, Zhou Li and the others forgot about Liu Haizhu.

There was no way. There were many important steps for Han Shizhong to forge the magic weapon. Although Liu Haizhu was one of them, it was a relatively early step and Zhou Li and others had forgotten about it.

Now, Zhou Li suddenly remembered this strange man whose language skills were as good as those of Hou Jue.

The Taoist priest just remembered.

Without any hesitation, Zhuge Qing instantly made a divination in his hand, taking the four directions as his settlement. After receiving the exact news, Zhuge Qing suddenly looked frozen, as if he had seen something bad, with shock and solemnity in his eyes.

"how?"

Zhou Li pulled the handbrake which made no sense, then stood up, walked to Zhuge Qing and asked.

"Something's wrong."

Zhuge Qing turned around and saw that Anshan was still like this, but in her eyes, Anshan seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dark clouds that even she couldn't see through.

"Liu Haizhu's hexagram is broken."

"died?"

Tang Wan, who was secretly touching the handbrake, looked up and said in shock.

"Do not."

Shaking his head, Zhuge Qing said solemnly: "If you are just dead, you should have the hexagram in your body. But now, let alone life and death, I can't even predict whether the sea pillar exists. It's very possible. , a person who can tamper with the hexagrams captured Haizhu and changed the hexagrams on him. "Go back."

Zhou Li took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Go back to Anshan and take a look."

Just when Zhuge Qing was about to agree, her expression suddenly changed, as if she heard something, she closed her eyes and circulated her immortal energy.

"Do not."

When she opened her eyes again, Zhuge Qing's eyes were filled with light. She shook her head and said with some hesitation:
"Just now, my third uncle gave me a spiritual message."

"He said that this is Haizhu's destiny, so you and I should not get involved."

"what?"

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, "Are we going to ignore it?"

"do not care."

Zhuge Qing took a deep breath, nodded, and said decisively: "Although Third Master Uncle doesn't understand divination, he understands destiny."

"He said that Liu Haizhu's life is greater than mine and he cannot die."

puff.

Liu Haizhu climbed up from the ground with difficulty, feeling as if all the bones in his body were broken and full of pain. He patted the dust on his body, picked up the straw hat on the side and put it on his head, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Call ~
The smell of lava and sulfur filled the tip of his nose. Liu Haizhu looked at the hot magma and black purgatory in front of him, confusion appearing in his eyes.

"Oh, it's your uncle's."

With his hands on his waist, Liu Haizhu's expression was twisted and he said in disbelief:

"Where the hell did you bring me, little bitch? Is this still in China?"

The magma was flowing, as if responding to him. Liu Haizhu raised his head and looked at the purgatory-like black rock, grinning, not knowing what to do.

"Master, I'm back."

Pushing open the door, the young man fell to his knees weakly. The stage was next to him, without any dust or traces of use. Obviously, this stage had not been used for a long time, but it had been carefully cleaned.

The young man lowered his head and let out a long sigh of relief.

"They all left, and the one who stayed... I also sent him away."

"You're right, I really don't have any talent. The script I wrote was all messed up, and it didn't proceed smoothly at all. Han Shizhong died, the ultimate weapon could not be cast, and the magic weapon that I could have obtained was also lost. They took it away. The Painted Skin Cult ran away, and I couldn’t overturn the Sun family.”

"The script you left for me is so good, but I lose everything. I don't understand why that person named Zhou Li can always mess up the script I left for him and make everything messy."

There was no anger or grudge on the young man's face, just a hint of helplessness. He sighed and said slowly:

"Zhou Li, Zhou Li... He has too many variables, so many that my skit can't accommodate him. He is like a hedgehog, pricking my game into millions of holes. Painted Skin teaches blocking If I can't trap him, Han Shizhong can't hide it from him, and Huang Silang was killed by him. He has no inhibitions, and I can't trap him at all. "

After a moment of silence, the young man suddenly raised his face. He took off Fan Debiao's face and said excitedly:

"Teacher, I thought of it!"

"Hundred Flowers Banquet, if I can make Hundred Flowers Banquet my game, I can write the most perfect script in the world, and the sketches we create will be carried forward in my hands!"

"This is enough to honor you!"

In front of the young man, a rotting body sat quietly on a chair, without saying a word.

Not a word was said. (End of chapter)