Preface

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Death is nothing more than the reflection of the living,

Darkness is just an overture to light,

Only when the bones accumulate together can the most glorious throne be raised.

Only when the plump and flesh are entangled can the most joyful banquet be held.

When the crying cold wind blows away,

Who is singing resentfully?

When the shadow of death is overwhelmed,

Who is watching?

When suffering and tears, blood and sorrow all become grief for pity for the world,

When the corpse is cold and the soul is flying, who is the dreamer in the deep boudoir?

The sarcasm that hit the bones,

Please take away all suffering.

That's the words that can't be said anymore,

Please do not rot.

We pay tribute to our ancestors, are we paying tribute to the darkness?

We climb to the mountains, are our feet already rotten?

When the flowers of wish grow in the garden of immortals,

When the cold cemetery grows the fruit of desire.

Who is our master?

Who will judge all this?

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Above the East China Sea, there are countless blue waves, and countless small islands are scattered among them, as if they are as big as stars.

On one of the small islands, dozens of strong men were busy carrying various life needs on a ship that was about to go out to sea.

A man in black clothes sat on the top of the ship, and his lonely figure stood proudly.

I saw him sitting cross-legged, meditating silently on the top of the boat, not caring about how busy and noisy the figures of the people below.

Although everyone was constantly in charge, everyone's warm eyes could not help but look at the young figure on the top of the boat from time to time.

That is what they call immortal masters. Every sea boat going out to sea must be invited to guard such an immortal master to prevent being attacked by monsters in the sea.

Therefore, everyone is both unfamiliar with the immortal master, worshiping and close to him.

Suddenly, someone didn't let go of a heavy box, but fell from a high place. With a "bang", it hit a man's instep.

"Ah!" A scream came.

Maybe the box that was smashed was too heavy, and the man who was hit on the instep blurted out the tone of his mouth changed. His face quickly paled, and beads of sweat as big as beans flowed down.

The old man in charge of the command was both angry and distressed. Running a boat was a lifelong task. Although the benefits were high, the losses were often huge.

Therefore, due to trust, the people who traveled on board are usually sent out together. Although this younger generation is relatively mundane, fortunately, he never spares any effort in his work.

The sound must have caused the foot to be deformed. If you can't leave the boat, it's still a small matter. I'm afraid I will be disabled in the future. How can I explain to his parents?

Just as these thoughts turned to the old man's mind, everyone had moved the box away with all their might, and only saw a figure like a black cloud floating down from the top of the boat with a "suddenly" sound.

Everyone shouted with a hint of respect: "Master Thousand Immortals, Master Immortals!" While making way for the open air.

It was Qian Yunsheng who sat on the top of this ship.

Since the Battle of the Southern Barbarians, in order to hide the secret of the soul-catching banner in his body and to collect more souls for the soul-catching banner, he has gone into exile all the way to the East China Sea.

Qian Yunsheng walked to the big man who was hit by the box, and looked at his almost smashed half of his feet, and couldn't help but frown.

A serious injury like a man can actually be cured with a rejuvenation talisman.

However, a talisman of Rejuvenation requires two spirit stones to be bought, and the income from running a boat will only be obtained by ten spirit stones. Obviously, Qian Yunsheng is reluctant to use such talismans on people who have nothing to do with him.

He was silent for a while, and in the expectant eyes of everyone, he stood up and ordered:

"First feed him some pain relief powder, then prepare some water and a clean towel, and then help him to the shade and I'll deal with it."

When everyone saw Qian Yunsheng giving instructions, they quickly moved in a row and soon cleaned up a simple place.

The old man in the lead also rushed over, and Qian Yunsheng almost frowned after a series of good words and flattery.

The old man closed his mouth awkwardly because he might have slapped himself on his feet.

After all, there is no money for good things in this world. If he really wants to take out the spirit stone to reward the immortal master, it is obvious that his selfish and stingy habits make him unable to put this heart.

Qian Yunsheng ignored the old people who were following him. After all, he had seen too many such people.

In this world, there are always too many kindnesses and too few who repay grudges with kindness. People are always very particular about what they lose, but don’t care much about what they get.

So for Qian Yunsheng, he knew very early that it would be bad when it is close, and it would be resentful when it is far away. On the contrary, it would be so light that it would not be too much of a promise to others.

He slowly walked to the man's side, looking at his already smashed bloody flesh, mixed with broken bones, opened flesh and white fascia, and half of his feet, signaling the person on one side to pour the pain relief powder into him, and then took out a knife from the storage bag.

This knife is a talisman tool. As long as the spiritual energy is infused, the runes on it can be activated. Even mortals without spiritual energy can use it with spiritual stones, but their efficiency is very low.

The old man had two or three sets of such talismans on his sea boat, all of which were thick and bulky, and could only be used on the boat.

One of them is used on the hull, which is specifically "sturdy" to prevent the collision of Siren; the other is arranged at the stern, which has "speedy" effect, which can greatly increase the speed of the sea ship in an instant and get rid of certain risks.

And this exquisite and small spiritual tool is often in the hands of the Immortal Master. No one has seen it before, and his eyes widened for a moment.

Qian Yunsheng gently poured spiritual energy into the knife. After a while, the knife's blade began to boil, like a red soldering iron.

This knife has two runes "Sharp" and "Fire", which is one level higher than the talisman with only one rune on the ship.

Qian Yunsheng controlled his spiritual energy input. In addition to "sharp" making the knife sharp and awe-inspiring, another "flame" was controlled by him and appeared thinly on the surface of the knife.

As he raised the knife and slashed it gently, the broken foot of half of the deformed foot was easily cut off from its connection with his body by the knife.

The big man screamed again, and then a burnt smell drifted into everyone's noses.

Although each of these men is a tough person, they will inevitably change their faces when they see such a situation.

Especially the immersive man, although there was no pain at the break, he still screamed suddenly by such a strong visual sense and fainted.

Qian Yunsheng ignored the various expressions of the people around him, and reached out to pinch out a few seeds from the storage bag and scattered them at the flesh and blood of the man's broken mouth.

After a while, the fine green branches and buds burst out densely.

Seeing the almost miraculous method of Master Immortal, everyone swallowed the saliva that had been in their throats for a long time, and the eyes of him became even more enthusiastic.

Everyone thinks that if they have such magical abilities, they can do whatever they want.

Qian Yunsheng saw everyone's envious expression and couldn't help but snort in his heart.

It was only after many experiences like corpses and seas that I finally obtained the inheritance of the immortal master. In the eyes of these ordinary people, I probably think that the inheritance is like a cabbage.

Just like himself, in the Southern Barbarians, there were no less than a thousand monks who fell down. In that cannibal battlefield, monks even stayed in that land forever at all times.

Aristocratic family, elites, geniuses, proud daughters, Qian Yunsheng has seen too many characters who shine like the sun and finally fall like meteors.

And intrigue, intrigue, flirting, and all the mechanisms... are happening all the time.

What happened to these people in the end?

Those dazzling, glorious, and powerful ones seemed invincible, but they were all dead in the end.

Only I, the scattered one, survived like mud.

Qian Yunsheng continued to sneer in his heart.

It’s good to survive, and the greatest thing is to survive! The monks’ unwillingness, resentment, despair, and struggle when they died... were all seen by him.

Human beings are the most fair only when facing death.

So Qian Yunsheng thinks, how can there be so many truths? Living is the biggest truth!

And you...

Qian Yunsheng looked around, shook his head and said to himself: "It's better to be a mortal, at least you don't have to be cannon fodder. Maybe you can live a little longer than a monk."

Qian Yunsheng was thinking this way, and tender green branches began to gradually pull out on the man's soles.

Seeing that the branches were not twitching fast enough, in order to speed up, he simply pinched the big man's arm and put his aura in, controlling the growth of these branches.

The man woke up slowly with a "hmm" sound. He felt that countless ants were biting, chewing, and crawling in the hearts of his feet. The pain, itchy and numb feeling woke him up.

Qian Yunsheng ignored his feelings and shouted softly: "Don't move!".

Then, I took out a knife and began to cut off the branches that had pulled out the tender green.

These branches cut off by Qian Yunsheng fell to the ground and quickly plunged into the soil, poking their heads out like grass again.
To be continued...