Cultivating immortals and destroying the world is their duty

Chapter 35

Human beings often lament that life is too short, that life span is not more than a hundred years, that good fortune tricks people, and that the world is impermanent. However, we little sages who are neither high nor low can only feel that time is too slow and the days are too long.

The gods that human beings yearn for, with peerless beauty, powerful mana, free and independent, ethereal and at ease.

But how can he understand how inferior he is to be an ordinary-looking little Sanxian with mediocre cultivation.

I have been wandering in the God Realm for many, many years. I was an insignificant soldier on the battlefield during the war between the gods and monsters; On the edge of the Raksha Sea, he didn't dare to take another step. He could only look at the other side, the demon world shrouded in a enchanting purple aura, and returned angrily.

In the end, I wandered to this mountain, where there are lush forests and four distinct seasons, very similar to the scenery of the human world, so I decided to stay here to practice.

It was about the tenth Jiazi year that I came here, and an earth-shattering rebellion broke out in the God Realm.

In fact, for little people like us, who just wander around the edge of the vast territory of the God Realm all day long, this rebellion will not have any impact on my life, nor will it disturb my ordinary heart that is devoted to cultivation.

I have always felt that this is probably the only way I can go on in my long life, just consuming and consuming until the day I can return to the heaven and earth, I will be completely liberated.

Unexpectedly, in the winter of the second year of the rebellion in the God Realm, my peaceful and serious path of cultivating immortals finally ushered in a catastrophe.

That day, I hunted a little demon fox that had strayed into the God Realm, carried it in my hand, and began to think about how to deal with it.

Should I peel off the skin and make a warm velvet fur collar for the winter, or should I take the inner alchemy and use it to enhance my cultivation... When the left and right are in conflict, suddenly, a thunderbolt flashes in the clear sky, but this thunderbolt, But it left me cold in shock.

It was a thunder that could almost tear apart the universe. Before I could rub my eyes, there was a roar that seemed to be falling apart, swallowing my hearing in both ears.

I threw away the demon fox in my hand, and I didn't know whether to cover my eyes or my ears with my hands.

Pieces of dark clouds gathered above my head, and the tumbling clouds quickly formed a huge ring, gathering more and turning bigger, and finally, the hurricane wrapped the thick cloud, It surged down from the sky and overwhelmed it.

This time, not only me, but also many gravels and plants on the mountain were swept up into the sky with me.

I just felt a dull pain in my chest, and I kept trying to drive Xianli to stabilize my figure, but I never thought that countless shining gravels would fall down from the vortex of clouds piled up together, like white During the meteor shower in the day, I opened my eyes with force, and immediately saw a stone the size of a millstone heading straight for my face.

For some reason, at this critical moment, my celestial power seemed to be bound by something, and I couldn't exert it at all.

I could only sigh, relax my hands and feet, and let the boulder be pressed down quickly.

At that moment, what I thought was: If I had known that I would be in such a state of embarrassment when I returned to the lonely world, it would be better if I lost my spirit and became a mortal, and went with my "parents" in the human world. After death, they can still enter the underworld, maybe reunite with them, and maybe be reborn as a human being.

However, maybe I can't make a fox fur collar anymore, maybe I haven't achieved anything after nearly ten thousand years of cultivation, God suddenly showed infinite sympathy and kindness to me, and I didn't die in heaven and earth...

I was about to close my eyes to accept this coming fate, but it seemed that in the thick clouds, I saw two strange figures, I couldn't distinguish their faces, but they were in the center of a terrible storm, and they could still maintain agility I immediately judged that their celestial power should be far above mine.

The stone as big as a millstone was only an inch away from the tip of my nose, and I closed my eyes after all. Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a piercing buzzing sound passing by my ears. In an instant, Wan Lai All silent.

Everything stopped at that moment, in mid-air.

Including me, and the big rock that was about to crush my head.

A few days later, those two immortal friends who descended from the sky began to "construct large-scale construction" on this fairy mountain.

Actually, it’s really not such a big commotion. I only watched for a quarter of an hour from a distance with my crutches, and they built a small city on the mountain.

That's right, a quarter of an hour.

They named this mountain, Xianling Mountain.

They named the city, Happy City.

And I am honored to be the first resident of Happy City besides them.

In the past ten thousand years, I have seen many gods and gods, but I have never seen anyone with such temperament as these two.

The man was wearing a blue-gray robe, without a crown on his head, and only tied a simple bun with a transparent glazed hairpin. There were a few strands of silver and white in the long jet-black satin hair, and the man's face was eccentric. Very young and handsome.

In the depths of his eyes, there is a blurred faint blue, like the brightest star in the night sky, falling into the turbulent waves because of its greed for the reflection in the water, for a moment, I stared at the faintness in his eyes. Lan, actually read a bit of melancholy and a bit of loneliness from it.

And the other one is a woman. To be honest, I dare not look at her at all. To be clear, I dare not set my eyes on any part of her body, whether it is the face or the posture.

She is so beautiful, so beautiful that I can't describe it in words, so beautiful that I actually don't see what she looks like, but even if I bow my head in front of her, I can feel her beauty.

There is a faint fragrance on her body all the time, sometimes it is the fragrance of roses, sometimes it is the fragrance of magnolia flowers, sometimes it is laurel, sometimes it is wintersweet...

Not long after, this woman was no longer found on Xianling Mountain, and I felt a little relieved, because sometimes even if I only saw a trace of her skirt, I felt as if I had blasphemed the purest world. The guilt of beauty.

In just a few years, Xianling Mountain has gradually become lively, and I like this kind of excitement very much.

I have been wandering for nearly ten thousand years, and now I have a master and fellow disciples, and then I realized that I was not born to like to be alone or to wander, but because for a long time, I have not been able to find a real place to stay. A place that can shelter me from wind and rain, a place accompanied by many like-minded people.

Dongli invited his master, Chunsheng Shangxian, an old man with white hair and long beard. I have only met him a few times, but I have never seen him speak a word. The sound spreads to every inch of space around us.

Shangxian also accepted me as an apprentice. Dong Li was a master of the inner sect, and he appointed me as a master of the outer sect. I don't have any special talents, and I felt ashamed for accepting it.

But he waved his fan, comforting me in a relaxed tone that I don't have to worry, it's just because I came to Xianling Mountain the first time, and it's just because of fate.

But I am very grateful to him for thinking like this, which made me feel stress-free all of a sudden.

Over the past hundred years, the population of Xianling Mountain has been flourishing, and the senior brother has taken in many innocent scattered immortals, soul boys, and fairy bodies who were affected by the rebellion in the gods, who were homeless and seriously injured. He said that he and his master used to live in Twelve Royal Longcheng, fortunately they hadn't returned to the city on the day the city collapsed. To be honest, I felt ridiculous when I heard it.

I have always wanted to find an opportunity to explain to everyone, about the extraordinary bravery of the elder brother when he saved me, and about the peerless beauty who appeared with him, which I never dared to see clearly, but often Received a very meaningful look of "care" from him.

Even if I have already fallen asleep and just want to chat with Zhang San and Li Si who are in the same room, without exception, his quiet, deep eyes like the night sky will suddenly flash in front of me.

Well, then I lost that thought.

Because, ever since that demonic little junior sister recovered from her injuries, Xianling Mountain has not been silent for a day.

She would mix pepper powder and pepper powder in our bath water, but she admitted with a lewd smile afterwards, that's right, just to peek at you taking a bath!

She would take our clothes, cut them into rags and put them on her body, kneeling in front of the mountain gate in disgrace, pretending to be a beggar, just to let everyone raise money to buy her a new hairpin.

She also forced the third senior brother from the inner sect to play tricks on her by pretending to be a dandy in broad daylight, and then the second senior brother who was extremely heroic came down from the sky to save the beauty...

The point is, she played the same plot fifteen times tirelessly, and I was "fortunate" to be taught by her to act as a "playboy" once. As you can imagine, I would be attracted by that gentle and refined appearance. How badly the second senior brother beat him.

Seriously, among the seniors who first saw Nanshan—including me, how many of them could not be attracted by her beauty?How many of them can keep from blushing in front of her?
No.

I even looked at her side face a few times, and felt like I was back in the past, and she was the pure and beautiful person I had never dared to look directly at.

But now, I take back all my previous thoughts about her, all delusions!
Holding the shriveled purse in my hand after being searched and looted by her, Zhang San and Li Si, Zhang San and Li Si, I looked at each other with trembling lips, with mournful expressions on our faces.

"Junior Sister, the trip to the underworld must be 'smooth sailing'..."

Yours sincerely, Wang Ermazi, the elder brother of the outer sect of Xianling Mountain.

　Hey hey hey hey.To be honest, it feels the most relaxing to write a side story, but I'm not sleepy at all at this late hour...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)