Fantasy: First Day Of Wedding, Reward Supreme Bone

"Kill, you and I, one is building the foundation and the other is practicing Qi. What does this catastrophe have to do with us."

The old man chopping wood whispered.

The two came to the human world and saw a bloody scene, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

This was a catastrophe that had never been seen before, and the scene was so cruel that it was shocking.

Qin Yun didn't respond, but he could read a few hints of emotion from the old man's expression. He knew that the old man chopping firewood had been living on this land for a long time. It seemed that he had walked to the saint on this land. This step.

I have deep feelings for this land.

However, Qin Yun also understood that the old man would not do anything.

This is a quite selfish old man. He usually comes to eat in his valley and won't even throw in a few more bundles of firewood. He is a true saint.

Gou.

This is a very complicated word, and it is definitely not easy to get to this point with just the word "Gou".

Relatives and friends passed away, and all his family members died. God knows how much he endured, and how much sadness and pain he had to endure to remain a saint.

Now that he has become a saint and has endured it all these years, how can he be inexplicably impulsive?

Qin Yun and the old man walked forward and came to a peaceful place.

There are mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the distance, but here it is very quiet, and there is harmony among the villages.

Mortals do not have the perception of monks and cannot sense the danger coming, and are still busy farming in the fields.

On the trail, young children were playing, wearing little bellybands and running bare buttocks.

Under the big locust tree, there are several old people enjoying the cool air under the tree, while women and children are busy with needlework and chatting with smiles on their faces.

The two of them walked along the trail and attracted a lot of attention.

The village is not big, and even the big yellow dog is a familiar face. The two unfamiliar faces naturally attract people's attention.

When passing by a farmer's house, it was very lively inside.

Red lanterns were hung high, suona was playing, and a group of people were cheering.

This was a newlywed couple getting married. It was very lively, and many people came to the small courtyard.

The bride is not beautiful, her figure is a bit bloated, her hands are full of calluses, but she shows the shyness of a little woman.

The groom was all smiles. On his wedding day, the spring breeze was so proud that he drank a lot of wine and his cheeks were red.

"Oh, look, mortals are so easily satisfied. They just marry a wife and have children to reproduce. There is nothing to be happy about." The old man who cut wood snorted.

Qin Yun shook his head helplessly.

The monk naturally doesn't understand why mortals are so happy at this moment, let alone that marrying a wife and having children is a major event in life.

The groom didn't know how many betrothal gifts he had saved, and how much money he had emptied out of his family, before he married his beloved woman.

The woman didn't know how long she had been suffering in the boudoir before the man she liked came to her door and had enough reasons to marry her.

All happiness comes from hard-earned sources. It is just a matter of reproducing future generations, as anyone can understand.

Qin Yun didn't say anything. He stood outside the courtyard and watched happily.

He likes to see this kind of festive scene very much. It was the same in his previous life and it is the same now. The strong smell of fireworks makes him feel at ease.

When he was about to leave, a middle-aged man came out, who was the groom's father.

"Don't leave, old beggar."

The man walked out the door and said this.

Old beggar?

Hearing such a call, the old man chopping firewood raised his eyebrows.

Qin Yun was holding back his laughter.

There is a world of difference between monks and mortals. Although the old man chopping wood looks slovenly, he is a saint after all. How humiliating it is for a mortal to call him an old beggar.

But I still can't refute it, and I'm too lazy to argue with mortals.

"Young man, I'm not talking about you. You look extraordinary in your clothes. How could your father be reduced to this?"

The man then looked at Qin Yun and said, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

He seemed to regard Qin Yun as an unfilial son.

This made Qin Yun stunned and speechless.

The old man chopping wood was laughing loudly on the side.

The man didn't have any ill intentions, he just saw that the old man cutting firewood was very pitifully dressed and wanted to keep the two of them and have a good meal.

"You and I have never met each other," said the old man chopping wood.

"Whoever comes today is a guest." The groom's father generously invited.

Finally, many people rushed out of the courtyard and brought the two people into the courtyard.

"Old man, my father is uneducated and shouldn't call you that."

During this period, the groom brought the bride to toast and apologize to the old man who cut wood.

Although the people here have no culture and even their speech and style are very vulgar, their simplicity cannot be concealed.

The simplicity, the humanity, the fireworks that are unique to mortals are unique.

Qin Yun and the old man were sitting on the banquet, watching all this happily, drinking wine, eating side dishes, and feeling a touch of simplicity and kindness that belongs to the mortal world.

"Uncle, you are so handsome."

In the distance, there was a little girl, about two or three years old, hiding behind the adults, looking at Qin Yundao timidly.

"Don't I look good, old man?" The old woodcutter raised his eyebrows to tease her.

"It doesn't look good." The little girl answered innocently and honestly, without any pretense or concealment.

But it made the old woodcutter laugh, hold the little girl in his arms, and like a magic trick, take out a handful of candies and place them in front of the little girl.

"Grandpa, you are so kind." The little girl smiled happily, showing a row of neat little teeth.

The childlike smile made the old woodcutter’s heart melt.

"Stay."

After the meal, when the two were about to leave.

However, the villagers extended such an invitation to the two of them, hoping that they would settle down in the village instead of wandering around.

Some people even want to teach Qin Yun some tricks so that he can support his 'old father'.

"It's so simple."

"Practice intrigues and plot against each other. People here are strangers to each other, but they can do this to a stranger."

When leaving, the old man chopping firewood sighed softly, and his old eyes revealed endless complex emotions.

Regarding this, Qin Yun's heart was a little complicated.

"Let's go."

In the end, the two of them left and walked towards the farther and more prosperous world.

However, the catastrophe really came, and overnight, everywhere was filled with killings, and murderous intent swept through the entire Dao realm like the wind.

It is hard to see any pure place anymore.

The huge magic array became more and more solid, covering the boundless mountains and rivers.

It was a soul gathering array. Once the Great Accomplishment was completed, it could absorb the souls of mortals. In just a few days, at least half of the dead and injured people on this land would be destroyed.

In addition, there are demon race monks who are bloodbathing the world, and they are also taking advantage of this operation to replenish themselves.

This is a great catastrophe in the world, but it is also a day of celebration for Demon Race.

"Cruel and ruthless, outrageous!"

The old man chopping firewood saw the tragedy in the world and was very sad and angry. His eyes were red and bloodshot.

However, in the end, he sighed softly and said nothing more.

Return to the mountains.