ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

In the past few days, Emperor Ying Cang has been worrying about crossing the galaxy over and over again, and even thought about searching for his own soul.

With his level, who can erase his memory?

Emperor Ying Cang didn't think about the possibility that the other party was talking nonsense.

But everything must have a motive. Du Xinghe clearly thought that the owner of the tomb was dead. What good would it do to her if she said so? The authenticity suddenly came up, not to mention that there were endless weird things in the world, and even a one percent possibility was enough for him to suffer.

After finally working up the courage, Emperor Ying Cang came here today just to find out when he owed the romantic debt.

He originally thought that such a delicate matter would have to be dealt with.

The result was a sound of crossing the galaxy:
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, they are all false."

Three disappointed sighs sounded outside the refining room.

The family of pottery figurines were listening outside the door, thinking that His Majesty's iron tree had blossomed.

Since things about the Gongdou System cannot be told to anyone, even across the galaxy, it is difficult to make up a reasonable excuse to justify her previous actions, so she frankly admitted that she made everything up out of thin air: "I suddenly thought of making up a love story. , I didn’t expect there was someone in the coffin... It made Your Majesty laugh, and please don’t blame me."

If she said that, she would be considered a weirdo.

But Du Xinghe doesn't care, whoever walks around the world has no quirks.

The white silk covered his eyes, and he couldn't see Emperor Ying Cang's expression.

The princess's pottery figurine outside the door couldn't sit still anymore. It stuck out its head and said, "Can't you just fake it and do it for real? I've seen that it's always like that in dramas. You get married first and fall in love later."

"Then I'm afraid this can't be done."

The three pottery figurines all looked disappointed.

Emperor Ying Cang pursed his thin lips slightly: "Then how did you know...the secret of my body? Most of what I said is correct."

Hearing these words of wolf and tiger, Shenshui, Xinyue and Cang Hengzi all turned to look at her. She was even more surprised and innocent: "Your Majesty and I are strangers, how can we be invisible?" She denied halfway, Recalling that I had spoken nonsense to the pottery figurines, and told many things that would teach children bad things if told truthfully, I couldn't help but cough lightly: "I made them all up, Your Majesty, don't worry, I don't know your privacy."

——However, I didn’t know that before.

After he questioned him like this, he now knows everything.

Across the white silk, Emperor Ying Cang's eyes could not be seen across the Xinghe River. He paused for a few breaths, apparently realizing this, and tightened his bamboo-like knuckles under his robe sleeves, wanting to survive the tribulation in place and live in another dimension.

Logically speaking, making up people's love lives in person would be the most embarrassing thing to do.

But there is another saying that as long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed. Apparently, Du Xinghe is a kind of dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. She accepts it very well, and she can comfort him in turn: "At that time, there were only two of us and One pottery figurine heard it, and no one else."

Emperor Ying Cang's voice became softer: "The love letter you wrote to me is also a fake?"

Why are you even looking at this!

Du Xinghe's eyes froze for a moment.

However, the power of the combined stage has long been beyond the scope of human beings. In her eyes, it belongs to another kind of creature. Regardless of how she saw it, it is reasonable for him to see the burned letter. She just thinks in the direction of omniscience and omnipotence.

"Yes, it's also false,"

After she answered truthfully, she thought for a moment and added: "I like to write articles when I have nothing to do, but it's a pity that my writing skills are not good, which made His Majesty laugh.

"……I see."

Emperor Ying Cang nodded, his tone was calm, but his voice was like frost and snow, mixed with coldness.

The next moment, his figure disappeared on the spot.

"Where is your Majesty?"

Take a look around the water. Cang Hengzi thought for a while before coming to the conclusion: "It should be the Earth Escape Technique. He is a master of the Five Elements Technique."

Those who cultivate immortality cultivate their own way, and the most primitive desires often lie behind the best techniques.

And Ying Cang Emperor's initial wish was to find a hole to crawl in anytime and anywhere.

If you don't want to see anyone, you won't see anyone.

In an instant, you can shrink to an inch, twist and fold space, reach your destination in the shortest time, go to a place where no one knows you, and enjoy the free air.

……

In the main tomb.

"Your Majesty won't come out?"

"My son is also very pitiful. He has been struggling with this matter for the past three days. I didn't expect it was just a misunderstanding."

Emperor Ying Cang was troubled. When he was building the foundation, he was said to have the potential to cultivate the ruthless way, but was later rejected. The ruthless way requires cutting off seven emotions and six desires, and must be sufficiently indifferent to others.

The most mysterious thing about human nature is that people who are afraid of others are often the ones who care most about the feelings of others.

If you are too sensitive, you will be afraid of contact.

So Emperor Ying Cang thought a lot in the past three days, and he was confused and annoyed. If those with high cultivation were perfect people who could see through the mortal world, then there wouldn't be so many troubles in the world of immortality!

The Immortal Lord next door and his disciple were so in love that they would take out the sword bones of everyone, and then go crazy and massacre the city overnight.

And it makes sense that he was just upset about a love letter.

"Looking at the bright side, although the imperial brother has not experienced the love between a man and a woman, he has at least experienced the feeling of being deceived," the princess pottery figurine said with some sympathy. She pushed the tightly closed coffin lid open a crack and poked her head in: "Brother Emperor, are you really crying?"

"I'm practicing."

Emperor Ying Cang raised his hand and pushed its face out hard.

There are still many ways for the monk to calm down. He forced himself not to think about such things. He couldn't help but meditate for a while, and the uncaring face of Du Xinghe appeared in his mind. It seemed that he was the only one who was worried about this matter, and she didn't take it seriously at all. Things were said and left behind, and even when exposed in person, there was a slight smile on his face——

She said she would write love letters when she had nothing to do, but how many male cultivators has she written to?

Will she pour out her love when she encounters a coffin?

Emperor Ying Cang felt that there were not many living people in the world who liked sleeping in coffins.

Are the other male cultivators who received love letters as good as him?

Emperor Ying Cang couldn't help but feel the comparison in his heart, and felt that those people must be far inferior to him.

At the same time, Du Xinghe came to Cang Hengzi with the customized jewelry he had received in exchange for writing a love letter to him: "Master, can you blend it into my sword?"

Cang Hengzi glanced at the silver hairpin in her hand and couldn't help but wonder: "Why do you want to melt a chopstick into the sword? You can keep it for eating noodles."

He was even more shocked after hearing Du Xinghe say it was a hairpin
Alchemy cultivation and weapon cultivation have one thing in common, that is, there is no end.

Raw materials cost money, but through their hands, they can turn out great wealth.

How come I am here at Du Xinghe, but I can only live my life wearing a bare hairpin? Cang Hengzi imagined many stories, thinking that this was probably an elder's relic, which was of great significance to her.

Little did they know that Crossing the Galaxy was thinking about——

Wouldn't it be easier to reach the enemy if the hairpin was integrated into the sword?
Open your mind and immediately have a sword that can absorb the enemy's spiritual power. Wouldn't it be great!

The image of evil cultivators is becoming more and more righteous as they become more established. That is to say...