Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Hua Wuyou left.

He didn't know why he had been wandering around with the storyteller and Yuan Xiaolou for more than a month.

But he knew why he had to leave.

Yuan Xiaolou was no longer the kind woman he had known at the beginning, who had changed his distorted outlook on life and made him believe that people are inherently good.

Yuan Xiaolou now had concerns in her heart.

Her heart was still kind, but the smile in Hua Wuyou's memory was rarely seen on her lips. Instead, it was replaced by sadness and longing.

What made Hua Wuyou sad was that the person Yuan Xiaolou was concerned about all the time was not himself.

He regretted why he had entrusted the seriously injured Yuan Xiaolou to the storyteller to take care of her.

If Yuan Xiaolou had come back to life in the back mountains of Cangyun, he would have brought her with him, then Yuan Xiaolou would not have had any intersection with Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan, according to rumors, he is the third life of Mu Xiaoshan, the son of the God of Wood, and the last life of the three lives and seven lives of resentment. There are even rumors that he is the savior of the three realms chosen by the God of Wood.

Hua Wuyou is such an important figure, he certainly knows that these so-called rumors are true.

If it were someone else, Hua Wuyou would have slapped Ye Xiaochuan to death with one palm.

But now Hua Wuyou can't slap Ye Xiaochuan mercilessly like he did in southern Xinjiang.

It's not just the good and evil bosses in the world who are staring at Ye Xiaochuan?

In the three realms, I don't know how many top bosses are staring at this kid.

Including the evil god, Yao Xiaosi, Ksitigarbha, Meng Po... and Hua Wuyou himself.

Ye Xiaochuan can't die, at least not before this catastrophe and the game with the heavens are completely over.

So Hua Wuyou chose to leave.

He is half human and half god.

It can also be said to be half human and half demon.

No matter what he is, he has half human blood in his body.

Human blood brought him a more perverted advantage than his father, the Lord of Heaven, in the path of cultivation.

But human blood also brought him human disadvantages.

For example, love! His attitude towards Yuan Xiaolou was very subtle.

Maybe it was love, or maybe it was liking.

Or maybe it was respect, or admiration.

He might even treat Yuan Xiaolou as his sister.

But Yuan Xiaolou kept talking about Xiaochuan's husband all day long, and the only person she thought about was Ye Xiaochuan.

No one could stand it.

The next morning, when Yuan Xiaolou opened her eyes and didn't see Hua Wuyou, she knew that Hua Wuyou had left.

Yuan Xiaolou immediately ran to the giant panda and woke up her grandfather who was sleeping soundly with a rice bucket in his arms.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, it's bad, Mr. Hua and Miss Acheng are missing!"

The storyteller stretched and said, "It's not bad that they are missing, it's great. These two gluttons No. 3 and No. 4, who only know how to eat, have been with us for more than a month, but they didn't make us a penny. They also ate Grandpa from the middle class to the lower-middle-class poor peasants. They are gone, Grandpa, I should set off firecrackers to celebrate!"

The storyteller said it lightly, but there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

Of course, he was not worried about the safety of Hua Wuyou and Acheng, but the safety of the world.

When Hua Wuyou met them at the foot of the sacred mountain, he suggested going north. At that time, the storyteller already knew that Hua Wuyou must have other purposes for coming to the north.

He tried to get some words from Hua Wuyou several times along the way, but Hua Wuyou looked like a weak and fragile little white face, but he was actually very smart.

No matter how the storyteller inquired, Hua Wuyou did not reveal a word about the purpose of his trip north.

The storyteller guessed in his heart that it might be related to the second wave of catastrophe that was spreading in the world.

Hua Wuyou followed them for more than a month, not leaving early or late, and left before the time node of the catastrophe gate rumored in the world. In the storyteller's opinion, Hua Wuyou left for this.

Last night, he told Hua Wuyou that the world would win this catastrophe, and he was full of confidence and enthusiasm.

In fact, in the heart of the storyteller, he did not have much hope for the world to win this catastrophe.

The second wave of catastrophe is coming soon, and the world of cultivation in the world is still a mess. The forces are so scattered that they can't use their strength together. It's a big deal to want to defeat the powerful six departments of heaven and man! In addition, he knew that the head of the Cangyun Sect, Yu Jizi, was secretly killing people for sacrifice several years ago.

This is a very evil and evil sorcery.

The great formation on Cangyun Mountain does have the power to change the world, but it is controlled by a person whose heart has been gradually eroded by evil spirits. There are too many variables, which really makes the old storyteller unable to have much confidence in Yu Jizi.

So the old storyteller is not optimistic about this catastrophe at present.

He is very sure that even if the human world wins, it will be a miserable victory.

Many people will die.

Many, many people! In the eyes of the old storyteller, the only person who can break the situation in the human world now should be Ye Xiaochuan.

But how strong Ye Xiaochuan is now, this old man who knows everything does not know.

Seeing that his grandfather seemed very happy about the departure of Hua Wuyou and his servant, Yuan Xiaolou stopped talking.

To be honest, Yuan Xiaolou was very afraid of Hua Wuyou.

During this period of time, she was terrified every day when she was wandering around the world with Hua Wuyou.

Now that Hua Wuyou is gone, Yuan Xiaolou suddenly felt much more relaxed.

She pulled the rice bucket by its short tail and pulled it up.

She said, "There are soldiers all around Yumen Pass, so the war should start soon.

Rice bucket, Grandpa, let's leave here early to find Mr. Xiaochuan."

The storyteller rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Grandpa is Grandpa, rice bucket is rice bucket, but Grandpa is not rice bucket! Don't call Grandpa and rice bucket together in the future!"

Yuan Xiaolou stuck out his tongue and said, "I know, Grandpa, let's set off quickly!"

The storyteller said, "We haven't had breakfast yet, where are we going?

You girl, why don't you hurry up and make breakfast for Grandpa!"

Rice bucket nodded his head immediately to show his agreement.

Yuan Xiaolou said, "Grandpa, you only know how to eat! You eat at least seven or eight meals a day, and you still say you are not a rice bucket! From now on, you will be called Rice Bucket No. 7!"

Rice bucket grinned and rolled on the ground with a smile.

The storyteller kicked it and said, "You good-for-nothing, you still have the nerve to laugh at me?

Go away, I'm tired of seeing you!"

After breakfast, a pair of soldiers escorting food and grass passed by on the road not far away.

Yuan Xiaolou led two donkeys to them and rode one himself.

He continued to wander around the world with his grandfather and the good-for-nothing.

But this time, they were not heading north, but south.

They went to the ancient fox cave in Qilin Mountain, which Yuan Xiaolou had longed for for seven years, to find the man she had missed for seven years.