What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

Song Shi was fine, just grimacing in pain.

He stood up in disgrace, holding the back of his head: "If you don't handle the sword properly, your loved ones will burst into tears."

Fortunately, he was physically strong, otherwise he would have died if he fell from such a height.

"What are you looking at? I've never seen an immortal cultivator make a mistake with his sword?"

He suddenly turned his head and glared at the bushes.

An old farmer who was cutting down trees in the mountains was squatting and peeking curiously.

"Old man, I have no knowledge, please forgive me!" The old farmer was so frightened that he threw away his woodcutter and knelt down on the ground to beg for mercy.

"There is nothing to forgive. This broken tree is for you."

Song Shi waved his hand and left with embarrassment.

He, a cultivator of immortality, actually made a fool of himself in front of mortals, which really damaged the collective image.

Fortunately, there are few people around here.

After he left, the old farmer left in a panic. When he met people in the future, he would say: "Guess what I saw today, old man? Immortal, but this Immortal is not very powerful, so he actually fell from the sky."

"It's true or not. I heard that immortals have been around a lot lately. It's possible to encounter them, but they won't fall down, right?"

"Why are you lying to me? There are trees in the back mountain broken by immortals, and there is also a big hole."

"Come on, take me to see you."

There are many monks in this world, but they are still relatively rare for ordinary people, let alone such a remote mountain village.

After shouting and shouting, a group of people soon formed a team to go up the mountain to pay homage to the immortal's traces.

"There's really a big hole."

"Oh my god, you can smash such a thick tree. You are worthy of being an immortal."

"This immortal must be made of copper skin and iron bones, so if he falls, nothing will happen to him."

"Why did the immortal fall down?"

"It should be a test for mortals, but it's a pity that the old man didn't seize the opportunity, otherwise he might be able to obtain immortality."

A group of people were discussing lively. For a mountain village with little information and little change for hundreds of years, this kind of thing can last a hundred years.

"The old man has not been blessed with immortality. If we build a temple here to worship him, we might be able to get blessings from the immortals and make our village prosperous."

Someone felt sorry for the old farmer and made a suggestion. .

"Yes, these are the traces of the immortal. There are no traces of them in other villages. We need to pay more tribute to them."

Immediately, a group of people agreed.

"Let's just say this place should be renamed Falling Immortal Mountain."

"Falling doesn't sound good, it should be called Lin, the place where immortals descend."

"Linxian Mountain sounds good. From now on, the temple will be called Linxian Temple. Everyone should come to burn incense on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month."

"Old man, tell the carver what the immortal looks like, and we will collect money and materials to build the temple."

If Song Shi knew that his embarrassment was regarded as a miracle and someone would build a temple for him, he would probably fall again.

At this moment, after experiencing a mistake, Song Shi learned his lesson and became much more familiar with sword flying.

Not only did he stand firmly on the flying sword, he also began to enjoy the fun of flying.

The strong wind blew against my face, but it was blocked by the energy shield emitted by Song Shi's Vajra Body, leaving only the breeze caused by the difference in internal and external air pressure circulating in the body.

This made his hair flutter slightly, and his clothes...well, the clothes at the moment were essentially paper clothes, lacking some elegance and elegance.

He looked down at the small flying sword at his feet and muttered: "This is the car from Immortal Cultivation World... Oh, it should be an airplane. Most people still can't afford it."

Thinking of Chen Yiling and Wu Chenzi's flying swords, their quality was much better than mine.

This reminded him of the scene in his previous life when he compared different cars.

Just like he wanted a good car in his previous life, now he also wants a good flying sword. Sure enough, human nature has not changed.

Generally speaking, the life of a cultivator is no more comfortable than the life of a playboy before. At least, he has to obtain various resources, which he did not have to consider before.

It's a pity that the Song family is almost destroyed, and the troubled times have come, so he can no longer be a playboy.

With nostalgia for the old life and melancholy for the new life, Song Shi returned to Jinxiu City.

A few miles away from the city gate, he saw many people leaving in carriages and horses with large and small bags.

"Dad, will those rebels really come and fight?"

"Whether we fight or not, it's no longer peaceful here. Even the plague and those bugs are making people panic. It's better to leave early. There's nothing wrong with moving to Jincheng in the north."

Song Shi heard the conversation between a father and his son in the carriage and took a closer look at the pedestrians on the road. Most of them came from wealthy families.

Did you hear something? Are you ready to run away?

After all, rich people have more choices than ordinary people. I don’t know how many people have run away now.

A luxury carriage drove by, and the curtain was opened by a hand, revealing a joking look.

"Hey, isn't this Song Laoqi? Why, you can't even wear clothes now, so you use paper to make clothes?"

Hearing this, Song Shi looked down and saw that the power of the origami dissipated for some reason, revealing its true form, which was cut out of a piece of yellow paper.

Song Shi looked at the young man in the carriage. Jinxiucheng and the Lin family's ninth brother, who was once the same level as the Song family, met him often in the brothel and were considered acquaintances.

However, this man had a vicious personality and liked to abuse animals and even people. He once deliberately trampled someone's puppy to death on the street, and deliberately bought someone who sold his body to bury his father, took him back and beat him. His personality was a bit bad, so he didn't have much contact with him.

"Looking at how pitiful you are, are you interested in being my slave and giving you a meal?"

Lin Laojiu looked at Song Shi jokingly, with a perverted look in his eyes.

"You're wearing pretty good clothes."

Song Shi ignored Lin Laojiu's downward gaze, looked at his robe made of fine silk, and grinned.

The next second.

Boom!

Bang bang bang!

The carriage was broken into pieces. Lin Laojiu rolled his eyes and fell to the ground unconscious. His coat disappeared, and part of the clothes he carried in the carriage was also missing.

The other servants and guards looked at the scene in front of them with dumbfounded eyes. They were not relieved and came over. The carriage broke into pieces and the young master fell to the ground.

"Thank you Lao Tie for the clothes."

Song Shi said lightly, her voice flickered a few times, and then disappeared into the distance.

"Master Ninth!"

The guards came to their senses, hurriedly checked on their master, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn't die, otherwise it would be terrible. They might be abandoned and unable to go to Jincheng again.

Song Shi appeared at the city gate.

The city gate was still closed, but he saw a small door opened next to it. From time to time, motorcades came out, and some of them gave money to the city guards.

Money can make the world go round, and naturally it can also allow the city guards to open doors for convenience.

As he walked over, he was stopped by soldiers.

"During the war, you are not allowed to come and go at will."

"How much."

Song means knowing.

"It costs 100 yuan to go in, which is cheaper than coming out."

"Here you go, buy me some drinks, buddy."

Song Shi took out a piece of silver and threw it to the guard guard.

"Brother, please take the road. From now on, no one will stop you when entering or leaving the South City Gate."

The captain smiled and asked someone to open the level and let Song Shi enter.

"Brother Long, you just came here and you don't know who he is. This man is a young master from the Song family who is still alive."

Seeing Song Shi leave, the acquaintances laughed.

"Is this the Song family whose entire clan was almost wiped out?" The clan leader was surprised.

"Yes, I have to say that a dead camel is bigger than a horse. Now that the Song family has declined, they are still so generous."

"Don't you understand? There is an official here. Didn't he just leave with the Song family master and two young ladies yesterday?"

"I didn't guard the door yesterday. I don't know. But everyone from the Song family has left. What is he doing back?"