The crazy boss took me to win in the world of cultivating immortals

"You're stopping me? Who are you?"

Queshu was really a little angry.

How can you, a mortal, have the right to dislike me?

Besides, what happened to the third princess marrying me?

I am as beautiful as a flower, my family has a great business, I am also funny, and there are a lot of girls in my tribe who are clamoring to marry me!

Si Jing'an was not polite and listed them to him one by one.

"I don't know you. You broke into my house without permission. This is bad conduct."

"You behave in a floating manner and speak arrogantly. This is too self-centered."

"You said that Miaomiao is the third princess of Beihai and is about to marry you. Regardless of whether it is true or not, I just want to know that you are not a mortal."

"In this case, you are all gods. As a mortal, I cannot resist you."

"But as Miaomiao's friend, I should do my best for her."

Si Jing'an said sincerely, put away the letter, and already made a decision in his heart.

"On a high mountain south of Zhulang City, there is an Xianwen Drum left over from ancient times."

"It is said that if you have a strong wish, beating this drum will be heard by the gods in the sky."

"I can't compete with the gods. I can only pray to other benevolent gods to hear my appeal."

"My request is that Miss Miaomiao can get the freedom she has always wanted."

……

Queshu especially wanted to criticize him and call him naive.

But facing the serious look in his boss Jing An's eyes, he suddenly became speechless.

As we all know, among the three realms, only the human race is the most fragile.

But it is this ethnic group that has passed down the fire from generation to generation and lived the most tenaciously.

Nowadays, the divine world no longer cares about the affairs of the human world.

Among the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, Beihai is now the only one left.

Many ancient gods, heartless and desireless, have disappeared.

The so-called hidden spirit is equivalent to the death of human beings.

It's just that gods don't enter reincarnation. Once the gods disappear, their souls and souls are gone, and they will never be reborn again.

The world of immortality is getting worse from generation to generation, and very few people can ascend to immortality.

It's because the world of gods is no longer what it used to be.

In the past, when demons were rampant and slaughtered wantonly in the human world, gods or heroes would come to eliminate the evil.

Now that the Three Realms are at peace, the rise and fall of the human race is entirely in their own hands, and gods can no longer interfere.

Therefore, Si Jing'an beat the fairy drum. Even if he breaks his hand, no god will come to his aid.

This is the inevitable end.

It's a pity that Si Jing'an doesn't know and won't believe it.

Si Jing'an saw that Que Shu was silent and didn't bother to talk to him.

After simply tidying up, he went out directly to the mountain where Xianwen Drum was located.

He keeps his word and keeps his word.

The moment the drums sounded, there was a storm on the sea.

Beihai is preparing to hold a hairpin ceremony for the third princess. At this juncture, how can we allow a mortal to act recklessly?

The old Dragon King Haisu had known for a long time that his daughter had frequent interactions with a mortal man on the shore, and he had also warned her before.

Unfortunately, my daughter refused to listen and asked Qingqing to deliver the message at this time.

Haisu was furious and sent his troops to catch the girl.

Today, there is no news from the guards, but there is a sound from the fairy drum that has been gathering dust for a long time.

Haisu opened his eyes on the pearl throne, and just raised his hand, the sea surface became violent.

Although Zhulang City is close to the North Sea, it has always had good weather for a hundred years and has rarely experienced such big storms.

Some of the older generation watched from a distance at home and kept mumbling——

The Dragon King is angry! The Dragon King is angry!

Si Jing'an also saw Feng Lang, but he was still beating the fairy drum.

I also know in my heart that this move is probably meaningless.

The gods may not hear or come.

But it would be great if Miaomiao could hear it!

Haisu's soul may have appeared in front of Si Jing'an like a phantom, accompanied by the storm and tsunami.

When he spoke, his voice was as deep as a bell.

"Boy, don't be fooling around. It's important to know yourself. You and my daughter can't be together."

When Si Jing'an saw the old Dragon King, he didn't show any panic on his face.

He shook his head slightly and said neither humble nor arrogantly: "I never said I wanted to be with Miaomiao."

"...?"

Like Queshu, the old Dragon King was also a little confused at this time.

Don't want to be with my daughter?

Then what kind of fairy drum are you beating? What is all this fuss about?

Si Jing'an still looked serious and serious, and said: "I only hope that you can let Miaomiao choose what she wants to do, choose the person she wants to marry, and let her be free."

"..."

Haisu said that I still didn’t understand.

"Since ancient times, children have followed the orders of their parents and the advice of their matchmakers when it comes to marriage. How can we say that we are not free?"

"I gave birth to her and raised her, so she should respect me, be filial and listen to me."

Although Si Jing'an is a scholar, he has an active mind and never respects some old-fashioned ideas.

Seeing that what the Dragon King said was reasonable, he could sympathize with Miaomiao's sorrow of being restricted from freedom in the past.

"It's right for you to give birth to her and raise her, and it's right for her to be filial and respectful to you."

"She is your daughter, yes, but she is herself!"

"She has been kept at home by you and has never seen the outside world. You don't know her preferences or her wishes."

"Now I have to marry her. She doesn't even know who she is marrying. She has to listen to your arrangements."

"Is this father's love? No, these are shackles!"

Haisu has lived for a long time, and now he is being taught by a mortal junior. How can he listen to it at all?

For him, some concepts and thoughts have been deeply ingrained for a long time, and they cannot be moved by others just saying a few words.

And when his soul came ashore this time, he was not here to listen to any teachings.

He came to warn.

So when he saw that Si Jing'an was stubborn, he stopped talking nonsense and said bluntly: "I, Beihai, will welcome distinguished guests from all over the world in the near future, and I will not tolerate your kid's nonsense."

"Please listen carefully to what I'm going to say next."

"This Immortal Wen Gu, if you beat it for a day, I will make waves for a day."

"Since you want to petition for my daughter's freedom, then if any innocent people die in the storm in Zhulang City, it will all be blamed on you."

"I would like to see whether the freedom of the little girl is more important or the life of an innocent person."

"You think you are noble, don't you? Then just knock it!"

After Haisu finished speaking, Leng Leng disappeared in place with a flick of his sleeves.

As soon as he left, Si Jing'an couldn't beat the drumstick in his hand anymore.

Queshu, like the commentator of the live broadcast, appeared again and walked to Si Jing'an's side.

Said: "Look. What did I say? Not only can the gods not hear your appeal, but the gods are also very shameless."

Si Jing'an clenched the drumstick in his hand, obviously unwilling to do so.

He wanted Miaomiao to be free, but he couldn't just watch the people of Zhulang City die in the waves because of him.

Qingqing watched from a short distance away, feeling deeply moved in her heart.

She lowered her head and murmured with tears in her eyes: "Is there no one who can help my princess?"

He Lan listened carefully beside her, folded her arms and looked at her with a smile.

"Si Jing'an's request to the gods obviously doesn't work. Why don't you try to request the demon?"