I became a peerless master

Chapter 111 What a clever little ghost
Chapter 111: What a clever little guy
In the vast and boundless universe, a sarcophagus full of ancient atmosphere is breaking through the sky.

The sarcophagus is huge, like a planet, floating in the chaotic space and dead sky, without the slightest purpose.

This starry universe is neither the mortal world nor the fairy world, but the chaotic time and space in the three thousand worlds.

Everything seems to be eternal, and so is the huge sarcophagus.

In the nearly stagnant space and time, the aimless sarcophagus suddenly shook, causing ripples in the surrounding space.

The terrifying aura soared into the sky, carrying the power of the supreme avenue.

"Seal warning, that hateful evil god is about to break free."

"The road is ruthless and time and space are unkind, how can he still struggle?"

"The rise of all races is the trend of the great road, and no god dares to block the trend!"

"At that time, I was so anxious to kill the gods that I forgot about you. Where is my Donghuang Bell?"

The sarcophagus trembled, the sky was turbulent, and a voice with supreme power came out of it, but in the end it returned to tranquility in the boundless stars and chaotic time and space.

"Why did I forget, I have already fallen."

"The survival of the world has nothing to do with a dead person."

"That guy can break free from the seal and stir up some wind and rain. He must let those who come after this world know that there were ancestors of all races who fought to kill gods."

"Immortal way, ridiculous thing."

"I know, the fallen dead can't laugh, but I still can't help it..."

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"I'll go, what is it doing by stealing the paper that I used to light the fire? Is it going to build a nest and lay eggs?"

In the small courtyard behind the shop in the suburb of Binhe, Song Ye, who got up early, looked at the back of the thrush-like green bird walking away with a ball of waste paper in surprise, and immediately thought of the hard work of the bird building a nest and giving birth to the next generation .

The blue bird, who didn't know when it landed in his yard, usually stood on the tree branch in the yard, looking dumbfounded.

It has been like this for many days, and when Song Ye occasionally sees it, he still worries if he is a fool.

After all, anyone who sees a bird standing still for a long time, not looking for bugs to eat or singing, will be suspicious of this.

It wasn't until today when I saw it by chance, flying away briskly with a large ball of waste paper in its mouth, that Song Ye dispelled all his worries.

Knowing how to find things to build a nest is definitely not a stupid bird.

I'm also stupid, but occasionally I have doubts when I see it in that dazed look.

And you didn't stare at it anytime, anywhere, do you still need to report to your fellow human beings looking for bugs to eat?

But this bird is really strong, and the piece of waste paper is bigger than it. Although the flight path is a bit disordered and it seems to be very difficult, but a thrush can withstand such a heavy thing, it is already very remarkable.

Although there was a thief at home, Song Ye didn't feel upset at all.

Survival is not easy, even a bird has its difficulties.

What's more, what it took away was the waste paper that was put on the firewood pile in the kitchen and used to make a fire for cooking.

A bunch of useless waste paper, it's nothing to take it away.

If that piece of waste paper can help a bird find a new home, it can be considered a serious waste utilization.

As a grocery store owner, selling the paintings and calligraphy he makes is part of his business.

Although the skills are superb, not every piece of work is worthy of being framed and preserved. After all, the shop is so big. Song Ye has always been alone before, with nothing to do or a whim. What.

The content on that piece of waste paper was written on a whim when Song Ye came back from listening to Old Master Cheng's story yesterday.

The old man told the legend of immortals descending on demons and catching ghosts. The plot is quite attractive and lifelike.

After returning, Song Ye splashed ink and made an ink painting called "Hell".

Once the painting was completed, he regretted it.

It is true that my skills are too superb, and the ghosts and monsters in hell are painted so vividly that just picking a random ghost to look at is a bit eerie and scary.

Sometimes drawing too much is not a good thing.

If this painting is framed and hung up, it will add a bit of coldness and horror. If a child sees it in the middle of the night, they might be frightened into something wrong.

Unless there is something wrong with the brain, it will definitely not be sold.

Song Ye didn't even bother to frame it, because it was too real and terrifying.

In a word, it is quite unlucky.

So I just scrapped it and kneaded it into a ball and used it as a fire starter.

Unexpectedly, when I got up in the morning, before I could light the fire to cook breakfast, the green thrush would take it away.

I really wonder if using this thing to build a nest will scare the birds?

I'm afraid my head is buzzing. Those are birds and not humans. How do they know whether ghosts are ghosts or not?

Soon after forgetting about the blue thrush, Song Ye finished washing and went straight into the kitchen to get busy.

It's a good mood to wake up so early.

Because I have been listening to the book for several days, the old master Cheng with guaranteed quality finally opened his mouth yesterday. In order to give back to all the book friends, he plans to teach everyone how to meditate for physical fitness.

The method of meditation used by immortals.

It must be related to cultivation.

Ordinary people can't become immortals because they don't have immortal roots, they can only strengthen their bodies and so on.

But Erya is totally fine.

After returning from listening to the book today, starting tomorrow, Erya will start her hard work to become a fairy.

So get up early to make something to eat, and let the little girl get into the mood one day in advance.

Although Song Ye has never been a father, no matter in his previous life or now, he has found a little feeling today.

In a daze, he seemed to see himself exuding the temperament of an old father who gets up early to cook breakfast and worries about his children's homework.

Poor parents in the world.

A generation of worldly and elegant people has ended up in this situation!
Good-naturedly mocking himself, he prepared to pull up Li Erya, who was sleeping dazedly while holding the cat in his arms. Song Ye returned to the small courtyard again, preparing to give the drowsy little girl a basin of face wash, when he happened to see the little girl. The cyan thrush flew back happily.

The ball of paper it stole has long since disappeared.

Look at its contented appearance, it is really~

One person and one thrush looked at each other in the yard. Song Ye clearly saw the bird's eyes showing a hint of human guilt, and then quickly pretended to be nonchalant and stood on the branches of the tree in a daze.

"It's a guilty conscience."

"You think the young master doesn't know."

"What a clever little ghost."

The mood was a little better again, and Song Ye was successfully amused by this cyan thrush.

Soon, he changed into a fierce and cruel face like a strict father.

"Li Erya, why did you fall asleep again?"

"Do you still want to be a fairy..."

(End of this chapter)