"My Lord, Butterfly Girl is dead, and our core shadow figures stationed in the Star Realm of the City of Gods have all passed away."
In that dark world, the old servant spoke in a low voice.
The tailor likes tea, but never alcohol.
But at this time, he took out a bottle of wine and took a sip silently.
There was a hint of sadness that could not be concealed on that old face.
Butterfly Girl was raised by him, just like his daughter.
Originally, he had prepared enough cultivation resources to pave a road to the sky for Butterfly Girl that leads directly to the realm of Ascension.
But now...
No more use!
After a long time, the tailor took a deep breath, and a cold and terrifying luster appeared in his eyes, "A life is worth a life, Monk Kongzhao, from now on, I don't owe you anymore!"
"Lord, please forgive me."
The old servant consoled him.
The tailor's expression has returned to his original state of calm, and he said: "Everyone will die. I have already taken it lightly, and I will not let the death of Butterfly Girl affect my mind."
After a pause, he said: "Give me the order. From today on, all power will be dormant in the dark, and the temple master will be allowed to dance for a while!"
"In three months, I will personally bury the temple owner, repair the tomb and erect a monument!"
…
The sunset is like fire.
Su Yi was alone, walking in a bustling city like water.
The streets and alleys were crowded with pedestrians, and the bustling scene made Su Yi feel in a trance.
It had been a long time since he had truly been at leisure and alone.
In a teahouse, a storyteller was telling a story about gods, demons and strange things with great eloquence, winning applause from the whole room.
What made Su Yi dumbfounded was that the protagonist of the story was actually the viewer.
He stood outside the teahouse and listened with interest for a while, then turned around and found a remote and quiet restaurant to have a meal of local specialties.
Thinking nothing, doing nothing, just enjoying the leisure of being alone.
"I stole half a day's leisure, and we forgot about the world of mortals."
"Sometimes, you should let yourself relax completely, slow down your pace, settle your mind, and sort out and examine your own path."
Walking out of the restaurant, Su Yi clasped his hands behind his back and walked aimlessly on the streets.
I bought some wine and sold some unused treasures.
When you encounter interesting gadgets, just buy some. When you see specialties and delicacies from all over the world, just taste them, and you will be at your leisure.
Until the twilight faded and night was approaching, Su Yi left the city and set off for "Yanzhou".
The "God's Workshop", known as the number one weapon-refining holy place in the Shendu Realm, is located in Yanzhou.
Su Yi went there this time with the intention of using the divine workshop's chaotic artifacts "Wanmiao Furnace" and "Nine Purities Dao Fire" to completely refine the Xuanhuang Creation Vine into the Human Sword.
Sword cultivation, focus on one sword.
Regardless of the human sword or the Xuanhuang Creation Vine, they are both chaotic divine objects that can be encountered but cannot be sought.
But, for Su Yi, a sword is enough.
The night sky is clear, dotted with stars that flicker in and out.
Su Yi rides the wind and travels among the mountains and rivers, with her robes fluttering. It looks like she is strolling leisurely, but in fact, she can cover a thousand feet with one step.
This is not a rush, so Su Yi is not in a hurry.
The heart is free from all kinds of complex thoughts, and is free and at ease, covered with stars and the moon.
Zheng!
A wisp of piano sound resounded like waves of pine trees or gurgling springs in the dark night.
Su Yi stopped quietly.
On the top of a cliff in the distance, the stars are like phantoms and the mist is misty.
A man wearing a red long-sleeved robe was sitting on the ground, with a guqin spread across his knees and playing the guqin leisurely.
The sound of the piano is clear and clear, filled with a sense of joy and joy.
In the nearby mountains and rivers, the grass and trees are swaying, the breeze is gentle, everything is full of life and interest, and a group of sparrows are dancing lively to the sound of the piano.
Su Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Are you so happy to see me?"
He heard the cheerfulness in the music.
The man in the red robe laughed, pressed the strings with both hands, and the sound of the piano suddenly disappeared between heaven and earth.
"Have friends come from afar."
The man in red robe took out a piano case, placed the guqin in it, and then stood up.
He looked at Su Yi standing in the clouds from a distance and said with a smile, "With such a beautiful night, you and I are destined to meet in the wilderness between mountains and rivers. If Su Daoyou doesn't mind, would you like to have a drink with me?"
The man's figure is tall and tall, handsome and graceful, as if he is an immortal who is not stained by dust.
Su Yi glanced around and said: "In my eyes, this place is full of murderous intent, everything is in a state of terror, every plant and tree is like purgatory."
As he spoke, he drew his sword and struck.
boom!
The world is overturned, and everything in the mountains and rivers has vanished like a shadow.
Looking around, we saw a desolate and dilapidated land with no grass growing on it.
In the distance, a man in a red robe stood on the top of a bare hill, with long black hair disheveled and an umbrella in his hand.
This umbrella is as black as ink, with a round surface, the ribs are engraved with mysterious patterns, and there are wisps of strange and obscure black light flowing through it.
The man's robe was as red as blood, but he was holding a dark umbrella and standing under the sky, making his otherworldly aura even more mysterious and strange.
"It's amazing. Since I've been walking in the world, Su Daoyou is the first person who has not been affected by the 'Celestial Shadow Fantasy Immortal Formation'."
The man in red robe admired.
Su Yi gently stroked the sword of the world and said casually: "It's so late at night, there is no wind or rain, why do you need an umbrella?"
The man in red robe smiled slightly and said: "Fellow Daoist Su also sees that this umbrella is very special? Then I will brag about it. This umbrella is called 'Zhetian'. It is a real fairy treasure. After opening it, it can help
I cover up the virtual rules of this world."
Umbrella!
Immortal treasure!
Su Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "So, as long as I knock off the umbrella in your hand, you will suffer?"
The red-robed man narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "That's true, but I hope fellow Daoist Su won't do this."
As he spoke, he took out a green-skinned gourd, filled with silver fairy light, and said: "This is a real fairy brew, brewed by the immortal himself. Do you want to have a taste?"
Su Yi rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I don't like talking nonsense with strangers. Tell me your name, origin, and intentions, and don't be verbose."
The man in red robe picked up the gourd and took a sip, and said, "My name is Fu Dongli, I come from the immortal world. According to the people in the world, I am a descendant of immortals."
"As early as in the ancient times, I came to the human world to seek refuge. Unexpectedly, I encountered an unexpected catastrophe at the end of the Dharma and became a ghost."
Speaking of this, he sighed, "It was also a few years ago that I woke up from the silence. When I looked at the world again, the world had already changed. Things have changed and people have changed."
Su Yi couldn't help but feel surprised.
When he first met the man in red robe, he noticed that his aura was special, which could be described as unfathomable.
After learning the mystery of the sky-shielding umbrella in the opponent's hand, he instantly concluded that this was a dead soul whose strength far exceeded the level of the Divine Infant Realm!
But he still didn't expect that the other party was a descendant of immortals just like Zhenren Hongyun!
"You're looking for me for reincarnation too?" Su Yi said.
The red-robed man who called himself Fu Dongli shook his head and said, "Yes and no."
"how do I say this?"
Su Yidao.
Fu Dongli's eyes were calm and he said calmly: "I have heard some things related to you. I have only one purpose here. I hope to form a good relationship with you."
Su Yi said: "Good fate?"
"good."
Fu Dongli responded seriously, "I come from the Immortal Realm, and there is a top Immortal Dao force behind me. As long as my Taoist friends give up their love and hand over the secret of reincarnation, I can guarantee that when I return to the Immortal Realm in the future, I will take my Taoist friends with me!"
As he said this, he smiled and said, "To achieve immortality in one step would have been an unparalleled opportunity in ancient times. I believe fellow Taoists should also know how sincere I am."
Become immortal in one step!
This is indeed a dream for any monk in this world.
But Su Yi was unmoved, and said calmly: "What I seek is a way forward, not an opportunity to go to the fairy world."
Fu Dongli was startled, obviously a little surprised, thought for a moment, and said: "I still have nine feather-level inheritances in my hands, each of which is the most powerful Taoist treasure. To put it bluntly, these nine inheritances are
Even in the immortal world, he would be considered a top-notch Taoist."
After a pause, he said: "In addition to these inheritances, if fellow Taoist needs treasures, I have fairy treasures in my hands. If you need elixirs, I have fairy medicine in my hands... In short, since I am willing to form a good relationship with fellow Taoists, I will naturally let you
Taoist friends feel my sincerity."
Su Yi couldn't help but be surprised, could this be a second-generation immortal who is extremely wealthy?
Otherwise, why would he be so wealthy?
"What do you think, fellow Taoist?"
Fu Dongli asked with a smile.
He holds a black umbrella in his hand, his red robe flutters, and he has an outstanding demeanor.
Anyone else in this world would have been stunned by this "immortal fate" that came to their doorstep.
But Su Yi didn't even think about it, so he shook his head and refused: "Not interested."
Fu Dongli frowned and said warmly: "Is it because you are not sincere enough? My Taoist friend can bring it up. As long as I can satisfy you, I will never be stingy."
Su Yi said seriously: "If you are really sincere, you'd better leave now."
Fu Dongli touched his nose and sighed softly: "Am I so talkative that I make fellow Taoists think that I am... begging you?"
He raised his eyes to look at Su Yi, his expression had become cold, and there was an invisible and frightening power about him.
He was obviously a little impatient, or rather angry, and his elegant and gentle demeanor was gone.
"What is good karma? Goodness comes first, and karma comes later."
Su Yi laughed and said, "But you seem to have come with bad intentions, and you are still talking about fate."
"Really don't give face?"
Fu Dongli's expression became colder and colder.
If it were left to the ancient times, with his identity and status, there would be no need to spend so much time and effort. With just one order, he could kill and seize everything!
Now, he also knows that the present is not what it used to be, and he has become a dead ghost, so he is unwilling to go to war, and plans to treat others with sincerity in exchange for everything.
But I never thought that the other party would not give me any face!
Su Yi said calmly: "You can't even kneel down and beg me."
Fu Dongli was silent for a moment and laughed at himself: "I originally put my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch. In the end, all my good intentions were wasted!"
At the end of the sentence, there was a hint of cold murderous intent in his voice.
The heaven and earth suddenly became depressed, and the stars dimmed.
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ps: I wish everyone a happy National Day holiday! On the first day of the month, I would like to ask you for a guaranteed monthly pass~