I come from the world of punishment

On the top of Qingfeng, on a huge rock, Qinglin and Luo Huai, who was forced to join the group yesterday, were meditating side by side.

The bright sun was rising, the purple air came from the east and broke through the fog. The two of them felt the gift from nature in the morning.

"So... this is the whole process?" Qinglin closed his eyes and asked.

"That's right." Luo Huai opened his eyes and looked helplessly at the extra flower pattern mark on the back of his hand. Xi Wutong took him to make the mark himself.

A rose, pale white.

After sighing, he continued to close his eyes.

Last night he accompanied Qing Lin to sit down all night, which was no pressure for him who had lost his sleepiness.

The three little girls originally wanted to monitor him, and they said plausibly that they should not let him, the mistress, take advantage of the situation. However, in the middle of midnight, they were all staggering and were carried back to their resting place by Qinglin.

"I think the president wants to..." Qinglin said this, raised the corner of his mouth, said nothing more, and suddenly sighed again:

"The road to immortality is long, and a wealthy couple is indispensable... Isn't this life in disguise? Without it, it always feels unnatural."

Qinglin had nothing to say to Xi Wutong, a senior who was kind to him, so he would do his best to spread more rumors.

It can add a little bit of trouble, so that when the real inner demon comes, you will get used to it.

This wave, this wave is an epic level of understanding for a new cultivator like him.

Xi Wutong: Thank you!

"Cai Lun Fa Di? You mean Sister Wutong? I think she has everything." Luo Huai devoted himself to meditating, only his mouth was moving, "Cai, you see she has plenty of money; Lun, you can understand her thoughts. There must be people too; Fa, her skill is the highest in fire; Earth, she already has a guild."

"It's true that you understand it that way." Qinglin tilted his chin slightly, "It's just that everyone has different understandings, and there will always be someone who is missing."

"What about you? Do you have it? Is it all?" Luo Huai asked.

"Me..." Qinglin's mind flashed through the past of the three brothers, his own private copy, and the three little girls, "Who knows? It might be worse... What about you?"

"Me?" Luo Huai laughed, "I'm not a cultivator, what do I want..."

Qinglin didn't give him a chance to escape the topic, "I just said that life is about cultivating immortals, but ordinary people's lives are too short, and they don't even see the shadow of immortals."

"I..." Luo Huai was also thinking, "I'm just an ordinary person with slightly stronger physical fitness."

"Your understanding has always been good, but it's easy to distort your understanding." Qinglin thought of the ascended dean, "That's what the dean said about you."

"The old man..." When mentioning the dean who raised them, Luo Huai fell into memories, "I remember that he once told us fortunes, just like your fortune telling now..."

Qinglin took over his words: "He smiled when he looked at Ye Feng, and he also smiled when he looked at me, and even touched my head."

"Only when I looked at me, I felt solemn for a moment..."

Under the soft sunshine, Luo Huai's back was straight, and the breeze blew the thin gauze on his body, but the figure under it looked a little thin, "He thought I didn't see it, so he smiled and touched my head."

"We all saw it. The dean didn't know it, he just didn't tell it."

"Hahaha, after that, he had the highest demands on you, followed by Ye Feng, but he almost indulged me."

"Don't take it too seriously."

"But the old man is a god..." Luo Huai didn't take it seriously and just sighed, "I'm just curious about what he calculated and why he didn't tell me."

"Maybe some disasters? But who hasn't had a disaster?"

"I hope so." Luo Huai suddenly thought of a possibility and asked, "Qinglin, have you ever calculated anything about me during the more than half a month I have been missing?"

"No, nothing, otherwise I wouldn't be worried."

"Then I probably know." Luo Huai smiled a little happily.

The old man didn't calculate anything, on the contrary, he calculated nothing.

All causal lines were broken when Luo Huai came of age.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Qinglin didn't want to mention these heavy things anymore. To cultivate immortality, you have to pay attention to having clear thoughts. "Where do you think the old man is now?"

"Who knows? Although people have ascended to the illusory world from ancient times to the present, almost no one has seen people who ascended to the illusory world." Luo Huai raised his head and looked at the deep starry sky as if through the fish-belly-white sky. , "Maybe I can be happy somewhere in the sky, otherwise people always say that the gods are in the sky?"

"It's heaven...I don't know if I will go up there in the future."

"What, you want to go to heaven?"

"No, who said gods have to be in the sky? Gods are free and at ease, where they want to be."

"Yes." Luo Huai agreed, "The earth is so nice. People are originally trees rooted on the earth. Why would they cut off their roots and fly to the sky without the earth? No matter how full the sunshine and strong limbs they are, It is meaningless and will eventually dissipate." (To "Castle in the Sky")

"But staying on the ground is not what I want."

"Then where do you want to stay?"

"Staying on the mountain, like this in the air, UU reading www.uukanshu.net and on the ground, like this."

"That's right, why do you still want to become an immortal? Hasn't it already been achieved now?"

"Not yet." Qinglin laughed loudly, "If you haven't experienced the helplessness of the sky, how can you feel the beauty of being down to earth."

He took a deep breath and said, "If you're not in the right state of mind, what's the use of just showing up?"

"Okay." Luo Huai lay down and stretched, "Sister Wutong gave me a book of exercises yesterday for me to practice. Please show me what it does."

He threw a book to Qinglin. Qinglin pinched it between his fingers and opened it with one hand. He only glanced at it briefly before returning the book to Luo Huai.

"It is one of the few techniques that can be used to prolong life for non-practitioners. In terms of longevity alone, it can reach the evaluation of an epic. The president should only be able to take out this copy, but she is not willing to part with it."

"After an advanced skill is learned, its carrier will dissipate and be regenerated again somewhere unknown, but it is almost impossible to be obtained by the same person."

"Then isn't this very valuable? No, I'd better return it to Sister Wutong." Luo Huai stood up quickly.

But Qinglin raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, "Just keep it, it's more or less my wish."

"But no matter what, I've only known her for a few days, right? Is she so enthusiastic about everyone?"

"No, it should just be for you."

"So, this doesn't make sense, and I can't figure out why."

"There's nothing I can't figure out. It's fate, I've found each other, it's quick."

"But that's not the point. The key is this technique..."

It's hard for Luo Huai to say. This technique is really of no use to him. How long does it last? He's punishing the world for dying every now and then, so he doesn't have much use for it.