"That tree outside?" Weiwei thought of the scene she had seen before, which was indeed extraordinary.
Towering into the clouds and boundless, it can be said that it shocked her greatly.
However, from what the people in front of me said, even if he had reached this point, he still couldn't compare to the Great Emperor.
"How strong is the Emperor?" Weiwei never had a clear idea in her mind. She thought her imagination was big enough, but until today, she saw this scene, which forced her to rethink the strength of the Emperor.
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"Can I reach this point in the future?" Weiwei thought of her previous heroic words. Becoming the emperor seemed to be extremely difficult!
"Aren't you envious of this? You know, its current appearance is nothing compared to what it was back then," the young man looked at the thoughtful Weiwei and further added.
He used to be so radiant. When this tree came out, it blocked out the sun, covered the starry sky, and suppressed the enemy. Thinking back to those glorious years, they were eventually buried with time. The young man in green shirt sighed and poured himself a glass of wine.
I had a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp.
"Senior, what do you need me to do?" Weiwei saw the other party's serious look and asked equally sincerely.
She needs this method. The person in front of her has no ill intentions, but intends to pass on what she has learned. So why doesn't she learn it?
As for what I said before, just say it with your mouth. Practitioners should not fight for the advantage of their words.
Weiwei looked at the other party expectantly, and then she heard an infuriating sentence.
"What to do?" The man in green shirt shook his head, glanced at Weiwei, his tone seemed to be disdainful, "Just don't get beaten to death."
He ignored Weiwei's expression and continued: "Although I died tragically in the end, it's not a loss since I took my opponent with me before I left."
The guest in green shirt said melancholy: "It's a wasted life. There are peak years and darkest moments. I've experienced a lot. If I can still return to my hometown, it's not a wasted life."
There was an aura of ending lingering around him, and his tone was weak and gentle, like a person in his twilight years.
Weiwei was infected by it, and her original slightly angry mood was quickly replaced by loneliness. She looked at the person in front of her and felt that something was wrong. She frowned and thought, thinking about why this was so?
The end of the guest in green shirt did not last long. He recalled the past and continued: "I think back to the time when I was fighting in the starry sky and staining the ancient road with blood. How graceful it was!"
Weiwei had already closed her eyes. She concentrated her mind and did not continue to listen to the man in green shirt bragging. When the man in green shirt spoke again, she realized something was wrong, so she temporarily cut off some contact to prevent herself from being bullied.
The influence of shirtless people.
Weiwei found that her emotions fluctuated with the guest in green shirt. From the moment she came in, the rhythm of everything was controlled by the guest in green shirt. The most important thing is that she didn't realize this until now.
"Stop!" Weiwei suddenly said, interrupting Qingshan Ke's words. He had been bragging about his experiences incessantly. Regardless of other aspects, Weiwei felt that he was like a storyteller.
"Haha, not bad," Qingshanke really stopped and stopped bragging. He looked left, right, and around Weiwei again and again.
Weiwei's eyes followed the guest in green shirt, and she said calmly: "Senior, what on earth are you going to do?"
You finally stopped talking, and now you start moving around again. Can't you be serious for a while?
The man in green shirt coughed and said, "I want to see if you are mortal."
Seeing that Weiwei had gotten rid of his influence, he simply stopped secretly guiding her with his spiritual thoughts. Now, he was carefully observing her. Unexpectedly, the little girl didn't look happy!
"What a pity," the man in green shirt sighed softly and said, "Although I can't tell what kind of physique you have, I guess you are not a mortal."
He looked a little melancholy, and poured himself a cup of tea, saying: "I was originally a scholar. I was born in troubled times, and I had no choice but to start the path of spiritual practice. Although I am a mortal, I still have a great path."
Having said this, he paused and said: "I have practiced hard in a single secret realm, which is different from the common path in the world. I only practice one secret realm, but I have also achieved some success."
"Then do you want to find a mortal as your disciple? Do you want him to only cultivate a secret realm like you?" Weiwei said bluntly.
She didn't want to listen to his nonsense, but considering the other person's strength, Weiwei unconsciously used honorifics.
"That's not true. It's just a sigh of relief. As my disciple, you can practice whatever you want. Naturally, I won't interfere. Besides, I'm already dead. I can't control it even if I want to!" Qingshan Ke said frankly that he died.
Realizing the fact, I poured another cup of tea and drank it.
He moistened his throat and continued: "Okay, no more nonsense. I don't have much time. Now, I will teach you the scriptures."
Weiwei's eyes flickered, she didn't answer the question, she just stood there, silent, not knowing what she was thinking in her heart.
"Well... you don't think I want to harm you, do you?" His eyes suddenly became profound. The green-shirted guest's gaze was captivating, as if it could penetrate people's hearts. His breath suddenly changed, giving people deep and lonely feelings.
Feeling like this, he said in a deep voice: "Could it be that you think... I want to take away your body!"
At the end of the sentence, Qingshan Ke couldn't help but laugh. Then, his smile got bigger and bigger, and his voice got louder and louder, which instantly dissipated most of the previous atmosphere.
Weiwei's face was expressionless, this was indeed what she was thinking.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The laughter continued. Seeing that Weiwei was unmoved, the guest in green shirt stopped laughing and said: "Haha... How can I behave like a villain in my whole life?"
The man in green shirt looked proud, looking up at the sky with disdain on his face.
"Listening to what you said, it means you can do it," Weiwei's expression remained unchanged as she continued to complain in her heart.
The guest in green shirt seemed to be able to hear Weiwei's inner thoughts. He looked at Weiwei, snorted coldly, and said: "As a senior expert, he is naturally eloquent. How can he use his reputation to do evil?"
He didn't bother to hide it from the junior, but the person in front of him was very wary. The man in green shirt stared at Weiwei with an increasingly strange look.
In order to avoid hearing anything that would make him angry again, Qingshanke waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of Weiwei. He raised his hand and pointed, and said, "Did you see it?"
Weiwei looked at the light curtain in surprise. There were many people gathered under the sacred tree, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
"How do you feel about your current situation?"
When Weiwei heard this, she suddenly thought of something. She looked at the light screen, trying to find her figure.
"Status?" Weiwei murmured to herself. After being reminded by the guest in green shirt, she discovered one thing. She didn't seem to be on a spiritual parade, but her true body was here.
"That's right, I moved your true body here without knowing it. If I wanted to harm you, it would be easy and you wouldn't notice it at all."
"Master," Weiwei suddenly said, bowing respectfully to the guest in green shirt and making a big salute.
"Humph!" The man in green shirt glanced at Weiwei arrogantly, but did not avoid it. He recognized this apprentice.
"I only have one technique, called "Fantasy Sutra", and everything I have learned throughout my life is integrated into it," Qingshan Ke said with great pride.
""Mortal Sutra", can it be practiced only by the mortal body?" Weiwei looked at the people in the light screen and grabbed anyone at random. She was a little panicked now. Although the man in green shirt looked young, he must have lived for a long time.
, entangled with such an old monster, in Weiwei's impression, it seems that those who were in the same situation as herself in the past did not end well.
The guest in green shirt looked at Weiwei speechlessly, thinking that he was so noble and upright, but he has been criticized today. He wanted to open his apprentice's little head to see what was inside!
"The Mortal Sutra is not limited to qualifications. Anyone can practice it," Qingshan Ke glanced at Weiwei and saw the disappointment in her eyes flashing away. Although it was very fast, he still caught it. He looked strange.
, the little girl is obviously not very old, why would she have such thoughts?
Weiwei smiled brightly. She saw the man in green shirt staring at her and stopped talking. She thought he would be peeping at her again soon!
She has read various story books, in which the protagonist encounters an old monster. Although there are adventures, most of them are faced with the dilemma of losing his body.
"Most of the stories in the book are false. How can those villains compare with me."
Weiwei's eyes widened, she quickly put her thoughts to rest, and said confidently: "You can really see through my heart."
When the guest in green shirt heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He looked at Weiwei's proud expression, and then he realized: "This is his mental power. This method is also recorded in the scriptures. You can learn it in the future."
He shook his head and smiled, drank another cup of tea, and lamented that he had been tricked by the little girl.
"His mind is connected?" After Weiwei saw the mystery of this method, she became even more interested in the "Mortal Sutra".
"I don't have much time. Now, I will pass on what you and I have learned," the man in green shirt coughed and pointed out. The fingertips were surrounded by a bright galaxy, as if thousands of stars were gathered on this finger.