Marvel's Cultivator

"What? Liu, are you going to Huaxia?" Stark said in disbelief.

He always thought that Liu Yuan would stay in the United States for a long time, but he didn't expect Liu Yuan to leave so soon.

"Didn't I say it earlier?" Liu Yuan said after taking a sip of honey wine.

He has already fallen in love with the taste of this wine. Although he doesn't like sweets, this wine is not very sweet.

"Isn't it good to live here?" Stark asked suspiciously.

What's wrong with living in the largest villa in Malibu, drinking fine wine, eating delicious food, basking in the sun and looking at the sea on the big balcony?

And there is also golf, football, rugby or baseball, and you can be neighbors with celebrities.

What's wrong with this?

Liu Yuan shook his head and said, "Come on, you don't know my situation, do you know? I can feel any message from hundreds of miles away. Do you know what it feels like to listen to the voice of crime every night?"

Of course, Stark didn't feel anything in the rich area. After all, the police here are hardworking, and they can dispatch three cars to catch a thief.

As long as they have money, their service can be more thoughtful than the waiters in five-star hotels. If there is a burst water pipe or a mouse in the house, they will be there immediately with just a phone call.

But in the slums, the police don't bother to come. They usually just perfunctory you on the phone, or bring a few people around, and catch a few performances by the way.

The average neighborhood isn't much better, call the cops and it takes half an hour to get there, but if you have free donuts they'll be here in 10 minutes with a loaded gun.

In addition, gang fights occurred from time to time in some three-way areas, with gunshots and yelling.

It really is a free America, shootouts every day.

"Crime? I don't feel much." Stark shook his head and said, he felt quite safe and lived comfortably.

"When can we meet again?" Stark looked at Liu Yuan and asked.

He hoped that Liu Yuan wouldn't be silent once he left. After all, with Liu Yuan here, he felt that the possibility of the earth's destruction was reduced, and he felt a sense of steadfastness.

"Who knows, it may be a long time, or it may be soon." Liu Yuan said, after all, he does not leave his house, and it is normal for him to hang out in the solar system.

"It's the same as before, right?" Stark said, although he really wanted to keep him, why did he want to change Liu Yuan's will? He was just an ordinary person, and Liu Yuan was an immortal of China.

"Almost, if you miss me, you can come to my house for a while." Liu Yuan said.

"Where do you live?" Stark asked with some surprise.

You said to sit down, but you haven't told me the address yet!

"I'll give it to you when the time comes. Let's talk about it when I find a place to live." Liu Yuan said after thinking for a while.

"I also want you to witness the birth of the No. [-] armor." Stark said with some regret.

If there is any invention that Stark can be proud of, then the answer must be the Iron Suit.

Since escaping from terrorists, Stark has been in a serious crisis of security, but because of the appearance of Liu Yuan, his symptoms were temporarily relieved.

Now that Liu Yuan was leaving, the insecurity deeply hidden in his heart would resurface.

He now decided that after Liu Yuan left, he must convert his villa into a small military base.

After explaining the matter, Liu Yuan stood up and said, "It's getting late, I'm leaving."

What should be done now has basically been done, and the rest is up to them. The future fate is in their own hands.

Liu Yuan has foreseen the crisis of the earth in the future, but it will not be faced by him, but by all human beings. This is the way that must be taken to open up the future.

He walked out of Stark's villa, Stark stood at the door, looked at Liu Yuan and said, "Take care."

"Take care of yourself."

The long sword was unsheathed, Liu Yuan jumped lightly, and walked away with the sword.

Stark looked at Liu Yuan who was going away, took out his shrunk version of the smartphone, and dialed the number.

"Find me a security company."

In less than a stick of incense, Liu Yuan had crossed the Pacific Ocean and arrived at the capital of China, Yanjing.

This ancient city with hundreds of years of history is located in the world's largest and most complete group of ancient royal palaces, Yan Palace.

"I really miss it." Liu Yuan fell to the ground and said to himself looking at the tall and magnificent palace gate in front of him.

This is the main style of architecture in the hometown of Xiaguo. Xiaguo combines ancient elements with modern elements to form a unique style.

It's as if the ancients mastered the technology, which makes people feel a little magical.

It was already night in China time, and the Yan Palace, a tourist attraction, was closed, and only a few security personnel were patrolling around with flashlights.

Liu Yuan visited all the way, walking in one direction all the way, he explored many hidden compartments of the ancients, most of them hid some treasures, ledgers and so on, after all, this is the place where the emperor once lived, it is normal to have these things.

With the passing of the owner, their existence is completely forgotten.

But Liu Yuan is not interested in these things, he just wants to take a good look at the palace.

Coming to the dragon chair of the Golden Luan Hall, this seat that was once occupied by all the people in the world has become something of commemorative significance, a cultural relic, a work of art.

Liu Yuan quietly stood in front of the dragon chair, gazing at the past, hundreds of years of brilliance were but a flash, everything was reduced to dust, and became a few pages in the history books.

The chief is looking at the latest documents.

He yawned, suddenly felt extremely sleepy, his eyelids were heavy, and slowly fell asleep on the table.

Seeing this, the assistant at the side brought a blanket and covered the chief.

When the chief woke up, he found himself in a blank space, and sitting in front of him was a young man with a Chinese face in a blue Taoist robe.

"Is this a dream? I remember falling asleep," he thought to himself.

"This is not a dream, this is the dream space." Liu Yuan explained.

"You are?" He looked at Liu Yuan and asked calmly. Since the other party was willing to speak, he must have something to say.

"Taoist?" The chief asked tentatively.

"Forget it, you should know Xianxia novels." Liu Yuan said slowly

"Xianxia? Immortal cultivator?" After all, it is one of the Chinese cultures, the chief quickly responded and said.

Liu Yuan nodded, expressing his acknowledgment.

"I didn't expect it to be true." The chief felt that he had learned new knowledge.

"Well, what are you?" He was a little uncertain whether Liu Yuan was an immortal cultivator in fantasy, or an immortal cultivator in ancient legends.

After all, it is completely different for one to kill all directions and one to cultivate mind and enlightenment.

"You think too much, how can I be so perverted, killing people at every turn, that's the plot of the novel." Liu Yuan said.

"Then what do you want from me?" the chief asked.

Liu Yuan comforted: "It's nothing, I want to live in the mortal world for a while, and ask you to help me with the documents."

"That's easy to say."