How can one become an immortal if one is so lazy?

Hongli quietly pulled the blanket towards her twice more, and when she looked at her first meeting gift, she looked forward to it: "A gift package that each of us can receive once, plus sharing...this is Use one reward as four!”

"That's true."

Hei Yang nodded and pointed to the first meeting ceremony in Hong Li's arms: "Is it your turn?"

"Oh, change your destiny against the will of heaven, right now!"

A strange light appeared in the eyes of the dead fish. Hong Li rubbed her hands and suddenly opened the gift box: "Show up, elixir of immortality!"

"Wow, golden trash!"

Hei Yang held his voice and sang beside him.

[Congratulations on getting the item: the powerful Mongolian sweat medicine (white)]

Item: Very powerful sweat medicine

Quality: white

Effect: Colorless and odorless, difficult to identify. When used, put it into wine or food and it will melt in your mouth. It is ineffective for monks at the Qi refining stage and above.

Introduction: It’s down, it’s down! The fat ones can be sold as yellow beef, while the lean ones can only be sold as buffalo meat!

"I feel like why everything we sell has a gangster vibe."

Hei Yang subconsciously grinded his teeth: "But this Mongolian sweat medicine cannot be used as two prizes as you said. After all, this kind of thing cannot be used for synchronization."

"What do you mean?"

Hong Li couldn't help but complain: "Why can you prescribe a green skill that is effective for the bosses in the foundation-building stage, but I can only prescribe a white sweat potion that is useful for the Qi-refining stage?"

"Don't get it cheap and be a good boy."

Hei Yang showed his dead eyes: "You have used a share of my skills through synchronization, how can I use your sweat medicine?"

"How about... I sprinkle some in the hot milk for you, and you try it as a seasoning?"

Hongli was eager to try it: "Let's see how it works?"

"climb!"

Hei Yang rolled his eyes: "You Hongli, I treat you as a brother, but you drugged me, right?"

"Then tell me, what's wrong with this thing!"

Hongli sighed: "You know, I don't have any enemies to deal with, and even if I deal with enemies, it's very difficult to successfully administer the medicine, right?

To put it bluntly, it looks like it is colorless and odorless and very powerful, but the conditions for use are too harsh and must be swallowed... It feels like there is no room for manipulation. "

"Well...it's not so absolute."

"Elaborate."

Hei Yang shook his head: "Think about it, if you drugged your cousin who got a place in the Five Elements Sect, wouldn't our chance of successfully killing him greatly increase?"

"Stop, stop, stop, why did you come back to the topic of killing your cousin?"

A row of question marks appeared on Hong Li's head: "I feel that you are a bit dangerous. You may become a demon in the future. I might as well just file a lawsuit and lock you up. It can also be regarded as eliminating harm for the people."

"Okay, okay."

Hei Yang showed a funny expression: "Then I will be in prison and I will definitely not be able to practice. You will have to shoulder the great responsibility."

I even thought about the title of the book, Black Sun.

"After five hundred years of hanging up in prison, I finally became an immortal"

"About my cellmate getting stronger every moment"

"I'm not interested in cultivation, but the realm is to ascend"

"Is this okay?"

Hong Li's eyes widened: "A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, right?"

"Whatever."

"..."

"..."

Again, two lazy dogs trying to come up with something useful together are just daydreaming.

As soon as it gets dark, the blanket is pulled, and everyone goes back to their homes to find their mothers.

"if I get it I am lucky, but if not, it is fate."

On the way home, Hei Yang comforted himself: "I have finally looked away. Even if a lazy dog ​​cheats, he is still a lazy dog. It would be more uncomfortable for me to work hard to cultivate than to kill me."

Hei Yang opened the door and said, "Just die. A lazy person like me is destined to be unable to practice Taoism. Otherwise, I would be too sorry for the King Juan who worked so hard, right?"

Hei Yang turned around and closed the door: "Recognize the reality, abandon the fantasy, I will just do it... Damn it!"

"clang!"

Hei Yang only felt a murderous intention coming from behind him. He subconsciously tilted his neck, then turned his head stiffly and looked at the kitchen knife embedded in the door. His whole body suddenly became energetic - the kitchen knife was not far away from his neck. A distance of three centimeters.

And the spiritual chicken, who had met once before, stepped on the kitchen knife with a look of horror on his face, just a little bit away from it, and his life as a chicken was about to end.

"Hahahaha, God bless my son!"

Qing Yiyi's eyes flashed red, staring at Lingji like a wolf and a tiger: "Lingji, Lingji, you actually delivered it to your door yourself. In this case, I will say thank you to you on behalf of my son Xiaoyang. Got it!

When my son becomes an immortal and becomes an ancestor, I will give you a memorial tablet at home to thank you for your heroic sacrifice today! "

"Cack!"

The spiritual rooster screamed in horror, "What's going on?" The handsome rooster said that he wanted to take it back to meet its parents, and then live a life together without shame or impatience.

But there seems to be something wrong with this parent!

Chapter 6 Good brother...die!

"Zhang San, Li Si, you two are blocking the door! Erma, Sanjin, you are outflanking me!

Everyone else, come with me and catch the spiritual chicken for a reward of a hundred taels of silver! "

Whether it was the maids or the servants, they were all gearing up, with green light in their eyes, brooms, baskets and everything in their arms, and they were approaching the spiritual chicken on the handle of the kitchen knife menacingly.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Hey, wait a minute, what is it?"

Hei Yang quickly blocked his hands in front of him, looked at the kitchen knife next to his head, then looked at the agitated crowd, then looked at the kitchen knife, then looked at the crowd: "Here, who can tell me what is going on? , what happened?”

"Ah, Xiaoyang, you're back!"

Qing Yiyi took the hatchet handed over by the servant and looked at Hei Yang in surprise: "When did you come in? Mom didn't see it."

"Yeah yeah."

Black Yang showed his dead fish eyes and subconsciously moved a few steps away from the kitchen knife: "When you collect the kitchen knife later and you are surprised to find that there is a Black Yang stuck to it, it will be too late to see me again."

"This kid always says some bad things."

Qing Yiyi rolled her eyes, and before Hei Yang could answer, she suddenly shouted: "You still want to escape?!"

"Uh-huh!"

The kitchen knife flew out from his hand like a stream of light, perfectly sealing the claws of the spiritual chicken that wanted to sneak away. It was so frightened that it curled up back on the kitchen knife.

"Ha, the city is much more peaceful today. The Lord of the City has announced that he will get off work early."

Hei Muguang hummed a little tune and pushed open the door of Hei's house: "I'm back... laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

The instinct of practicing martial arts for many years made Hei Muguang subconsciously put his hands together and stop the hatchet less than three centimeters from the tip of his nose.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Silence, deathly silence.

The servants in the courtyard were all dumbfounded and did not dare to breathe.

Only Qing Yiyi's right hand still maintained the throwing posture. The expression on her face gradually stiffened, and she forced a smile: "Muguang, come back today... so early!"

"Huh, uh..."

Heimuguang's pupils gradually returned to normal size. He gasped and swallowed back his heart that was about to beat. He looked into the hospital and saw the murderer clearly: "Yiyi, what wrong did my husband do to warrant such a murder?!"

"Ah this..."

Qing Yiyi quickly hid her hands behind her back: "Hahaha, the weather is really nice today."

"The sun sets in the west..."

Hei Muguang turned to look at the sky: "Is this setting sun hinting at something..."

Hei Yang felt like vomiting, but his reason told him that he should flee the scene of the crime at this time to avoid getting burned.

Step out with your left leg...good, then step out with your right leg...

"Stop!"*2

"hiss!"

Hei Yang froze in place, watching his parents staring at him with unkind expressions. He regretted not using the "Wind Tight Pulling Hu" skill to escape just now.

"Stop!"*2

"Ah this..."

Hei Yang forced out a smile: "I stopped..."

"It's not about you, it's about it!"

Qing Yiyi pointed to the corner, where the Heiyang family's rooster was peeping. At this moment, she was locked with a strong murderous aura, her legs twitched, and she fainted!

"Cluck..."

Lingji curled up and felt his death star shining.

…

The rooster woke up again and found himself next to the spiritual rooster tied up with five flowers. The three of them sat on stools and surrounded them.

Among them, Hei Muguang and Qing Yiyi had evil looks on their faces, while only Hei Yang's eyes were a little dodgeful.

"Wake up."

Hei Muguang looked at the rooster and nodded with a serious expression: "Very good, the trial of the three divisions has officially begun!"

"Humph, after all, you are also an old chicken that has been crowing in our family for many years. You have to work hard even if you don't have any merit."

Qing Yiyi smiled softly, completely different from before: "Moreover, you also brought back the spiritual chicken and let it fall into the trap. I will remember you for your great contribution."

"Yes, our family is not unreasonable."

Hei Muguang nodded in agreement: "Let's do this. We'll give you two choices. One is that you two break up and let us dedicate the spiritual chicken to the immortal. From now on, you will be the one who will be the most popular and spicy drinker."

"Second, you have sincere feelings and are reluctant to be separated."

Qing Yiyi said with a smile: "In this way, I will pack you and the spiritual chicken together and offer them to the Immortal. Although they cannot be born on the same day, they can still die on the same day."

"Does this count as a choice..."

Hei Yang covered his face and whispered: "Why do I feel like a villain? Is there something wrong..."

"Xiaoyang, what are you talking about?"

Qing Yiyi turned to look at Hei Yang and smiled slightly: "Say it and let your parents listen."

"Ah, this, that, I mean..."

Hei Yang raised his eyebrows and yelled at the rooster: "Did you hear that? My mother is asking you something. You can choose whether you want to die or live!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The rooster finally couldn't stand it anymore and ran away from the house, leaving only the rooster with sad eyes.

Although the Heiyang family's rooster has gained some intelligence over time, its spirituality is far inferior to that of a real spiritual rooster. At this time, it is so frightened that it can't care about anything else...