Fairy, Stop Making Trouble

Bai Yueling expressed regret that there are too many rules and regulations in this world. In the cruel Ziwei Xing, whoever has the bigger fist will have the right to speak.

In short, don't worry, the problem of identity has to be solved step by step, and there will always be a solution. As long as you sincerely want to integrate into this society, rather than standing on the opposite side of the country and the people, I will help you. Jiang Qiao After closing the page, she said to her in a friendly manner.

Usually at this time, he has been in the canyon several times, but now that there is a fairy in the family, he has to think about everything for her, and things like games must be put aside first.

Fairy Bai pursed her lips and said calmly: Those who cultivate immortals should take the world as the most important thing. Don't worry, I will not mess around.

That's good.

Jiang Qiao was about to shut down, when Fetion, who had logged in earlier, suddenly sent a message.

He clicked on the group of [Research Center for Abnormal Humans], and there were several people who grew up together and had a good relationship.

A guy with the nickname [Sand Sculpture Advanced Cancer Patient] posted a picture in the group with the words.

I'm not in the mood, my natural spiritual roots have been abolished, and I have become a mortal from now on. There is no hope for immortal cultivation, and heaven is jealous of talents!

Jiang Qiao glanced at the content of the picture, which seemed to be a hospital ward.

Didn't you say that there are no monks in this world? What's wrong with him? Bai Yueling looked away from the screen and asked lightly.

No, this guy is probably talking nonsense, you don't care about him.

Jiang Qiao quickly typed a reply.

[The Taoist on Fairy Peak]: What's wrong with you?

[Sand Sculpting Cancer Patients]: I am very sighed without the spiritual roots.

After a few seconds.

【Overtime worker who saves the dying】: His appendix was cut by my master today. The anesthesia has just passed, and he is probably suffering at this moment.

Jiang Qiao was delighted, and turned to look at Bai Yueling: Look, I said he has nothing to do with Taoism?

What is an appendix?

A bowel that doesn't do much other than inflame.

Jiang Qiao thought for a while and continued: The appendix is ​​the spiritual root, the stone is the golden elixir, the brain tumor is the primordial spirit, the pregnancy is the primordial infant, the mental illness is the distraction, the one lying in the coffin is the out-of-body, the two people who applaud for love are killed. It's called a fusion.

Bai Yueling: ...

Jiang Qiao turned back and continued to look at the screen.

[Sand Sculpture Cancer Patients]: @The overtime worker who saves the dying, look at what you said, is it the attitude of an angel in white?

【Overtime worker who saves the dying】: What? Dissatisfied? Today, there is a girl with outstanding talent. She became a Nascent Soul when she was only 16 years old. Wasn't it easy to pick it up by one of my senior sisters?

[Sand Sculpture Cancer Patients]: Forget it, I won't cultivate this immortal. You go to Jiang Qiao. Last time, he said that he felt like he was about to rise through calamity.

[Sand Sculpting Cancer Patients]: By the way, old man, let me tell you something.

[Sand Sculpting Cancer Patients]: Don't Soar! Don't fly! It's not fairyland, it's TMD space, there is no oxygen, bad, I saw Shizu's body floating over, ah, no, I can't breathe, I want...

[The Taoist on Fairy Peak]:  …

Jiang Qiao's face twitched, and he looked back at Bai Yueling with a serious face.

See, this kind of person is called a sand sculpture here. If you encounter a sand sculpture in the future, you must stay away from him, or you will be infected by him.

Fairy Bai nodded slightly, thought for a while, and said, Actually, what he said is not wrong, there is indeed no immortal realm, and 'immortals' are just powerful creatures, but after a certain level of cultivation, they can rely on the cycle of internal breath to live endlessly. .

Hearing her solemn explanation, Jiang Qiao was slightly speechless, he was too far from that realm, don't think about becoming an immortal, let's just be a human in this life.

[The Taoist on Fairy Peak]: @Shadiao cancer patients, when will they be discharged from the hospital? How many brothers can find a restaurant to make up for you?

[Overtime worker who saves the dying]: Don't think about it, he can't drink or eat spicy food for at least a month.

[The Taoist on Fairy Peak]: Poor, white coat, when are you free, the winter solstice is approaching, let's go eat mutton hot pot sometime?

[Overtime worker who saves the dying]: Good idea, but I've been a little busy recently. I'll call you when I'm free.

[Sand Sculpture Cancer Patients]: Do you two still have a conscience? Brother, I'm lying in the hospital bed and suffer, and you all started to have fun?

Jiang Qiao secretly glanced at Fairy Bai.

[The Taoist on the Fairy Peak]: Please pay attention to the words, can eating mutton hot pot be called seeking pleasure?

[Sand Sculpture Cancer Patients]: Don't think I don't know, you have to eat white noodles after eating mutton hot pot!

He quickly turned off Fetion.

Fairy Bai asked, Why don't we stop talking? Isn't the white noodle bun delicious?

She is now interested in this technology of instant transmission over long distances.

Without any spiritual power fluctuations, it can support hundreds of millions of mortals to communicate at the same time at long distances, and even transmit sounds and images.

The technology of mortals is really too bright, and many inventions and creations made her have to sigh the magic.

This is also the reason why she wants to become an academician. This is a different path, not necessarily weaker than Xiandao. The technological civilization has evolved to the extreme, or even stronger.

Perhaps it is possible to imitate the Internet to create a spiritual path. As long as the monks contact with spiritual consciousness, they can enter the illusory realm, but such a project is vast and huge, and the energy required is almost infinite, and it only exists in the imagination.

How can a fairy be so fun with a white-faced bun? Jiang Qiao whispered softly.

What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly. Fairy Bai recovered from her thoughts.

Uh, I mean it's getting late, I have to open the shop tomorrow, you should rest early too, good night.

Jiang Qiao hurriedly ran back to his room, touched the fairy skirt hanging on the bay window, and was almost done.

I don't know what material it is made of. It is obviously invulnerable to swords and guns, but it can be soft around the fingers. If I have a daughter in the future, this fairy skirt will almost be a family heirloom.

He folded his skirt and packed all the interiors in a cardboard box before laying on the bed and closing his eyes to sleep.

...

Bai Yueling glanced at the empty living room, sighed softly, and pressed the switch on the wall to return to her room.

The bedding in the guest room Jiangqiao had been laid yesterday. She touched the quilt. It was very soft and comfortable, and the thermal insulation effect was good.

It's just that since she set foot on the fairy road, she spends almost every night in meditation, sleeping like a mortal, and she has not felt it for a long time.

She closed the door, took off this soft but restrained plush pajamas, and the tender skin exposed to the air bullied Sai Xue, she slowly lay down, covered her body with the quilt, and gradually closed her eyes.