The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

"Cough cough..." Li Chuyi coughed, as if he was choked by tea.

"What's wrong with you?", the funeral fairy asked with a scrutinizing tone.

"No problem, no problem," Li Chuyi said hurriedly.

"Listening to your narration of the past, I was stunned for a moment."

The funeral fairy shook his head and said, "It's just that the heaven hates and abandons me."

"Back then, I was abandoned by the Bing family."

"At such a young age, I ventured into this world alone. I was poor, miserable, and lonely. It is not worth mentioning."

"The only thing that confused me was that I didn't know the purpose of my life at that time. It was as if I was abandoned by the whole world and could only wander around like a zombie."

"Later, I was lucky enough to embark on the path of spiritual practice on my own."

"What's funny is that although I was plagued by bad luck, my practice was making rapid progress, and all kinds of insights were coming to me."

“Now that I think about it, even though the human race is praised as the perfect race favored by heaven, no one can match them.”

Suddenly, Bingtian's eyes were filled with hostility again.

"what is this?"

"What on earth do you think this is?"

On the table, Li Chuyi held the teacup in both hands, without looking up or breathing.

Gradually, the funeral fairy regained its composure.

He continued: “Practice is never a closed-door path.”

"Even if I don't want to, I can't avoid contact with people."

"It's also about meeting someone with a similar temperament. Even if I try my best to avoid it, I can't control the tragedy from happening."

Bingtian's tone was melancholy, but his eyes suddenly became full of tenderness.

"After a long time, I met a woman and got together with her."

"She's a little different from the others. She's a fool."

"I later learned that she was traumatized in the womb, which caused some problems with her brain."

"But it's not that bad. It's just that I have a very straightforward mind and can't hide my emotions. I have a bad memory and even often forget my name."

"And she is the only person I have met who doesn't seem to be affected by me."

At this time, Li Chuyi suddenly waved his hand.

"Burial Fairy, stop talking."

"My life is not easy, and your life was not easy before. Is there anything sweet? Tell me about it."

The funeral fairy shook his head, "No."

He turned around and looked at the long river of time winding away.

"My life is like being in a ball of fire, burning me and everything close to me."

"I can't grasp any beauty in the world. I can only weave a picture of everything going well for myself in the false dream of 'passing time and space'."

"Can you understand this feeling?"

Li Chuyi nodded woodenly, sighed inwardly, but didn't know what to say.

The funeral fairy said: "But later, she still died."

"Before she died, she told me to laugh, so I laughed."

At this moment, Li Chuyi looked up and saw that half of Bingxian's face was smiling brightly, but he felt that it seemed even sadder than the other half of the crying face.

"Let me ask you a question. Do you know how to step back into the 'falsehood'?" the funeral fairy suddenly spoke.

"I want to try and see if I can continue to practice the Three-Time Summoning Technique."

Li Chuyi said: "Only the Heart Immortal can do it. As for whether it can continue, I can't say for sure."

The funeral fairy nodded and stood up.

"In that case, I'm leaving here and finding a way on my own."

Li Chuyi asked: "By the way, what is your current level of cultivation?"

"Break into the formless state and do it effortlessly."

"Are you cultivating immortality?"

The funeral immortal turned his head, and in an instant, an aura that all things in the world centered on me and worshipped me spread out, echoing in the long river of time.

“Does this count?”, he asked.

"Count...count." Li Chuyi looked twitching, looking very unnatural.

But soon, a ball of light burst out from his hands, shining brightly and dazzlingly, and his ten fingers kept flying, as if he was performing some great magic.

After a moment, Li Chuyi stopped and his eyes became unusually solemn.

"Bingxian, I have something to tell you. You must listen."

"speak."

"What I just performed was a kind of mystical deduction. The two words 'Funeral Immortal' seem to violate some kind of taboo. It's best to change it."

"Are you saying that all my misfortunes are caused by my own name? How can a mere code name have such great power?" Bingxian's eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to see through Li Chuyi.

"Ahem, that's why I said that the word 'burial immortal' is a taboo. It may have provoked some beings. It must be changed."

"What did you provoke? What taboo did you violate?" asked the funeral fairy.

Seeing this, Li Chuyi took a deep breath and said slowly: "Correct."

Upon hearing this, the funeral fairy remained silent.

After a long time, he nodded.

"understood."

As soon as the words fell, the person disappeared.

Listening to the other party's lingering voice, Li Chuyi felt doubtful and doubts gradually appeared on his face.

"The Chinese character, the funeral fairy actually cultivated the Chinese character."

"Moreover, he has the word 'Funeral Immortal' on his head and is hated by 'Correctness', but he is able to resist time and time again and cultivate to this level. It seems too incredible."

Li Chuyi murmured softly. He really felt it was strange.

On the side, Da Shane said: "I once lived through the era when the word immortals rose together."

"People like him seem to be born with a middle fate, or we can call them born middle immortals."

“So, the donor Xianxian was able to survive time and time again, and his cultivation level was far ahead of others, rising straight up.”

"According to what Donor Li said, it seems that his name is a burden to him."

"Otherwise, he might have already achieved the status of a middle-level immortal."

Dashane said this and sighed softly.

"But everything has its own destiny."

"Now that the dispute over the fate of immortals in the outside world has begun, it is the perfect time for a new Chinese immortal to be born."

Upon hearing this, Li Chuyi kept these words in mind.

If Bingxian was born with a destiny like the Chinese: Zhongzi, then what about his own destiny that was deprived of him?

After thinking for three moments, he put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute.

"Thank you for your teachings, Master. Goodbye."

Then, he left and disappeared.

outside world.

Li Chuyi's expression suddenly changed, his face became gloomy, and he stared at the long river of time that was about to recede under his feet, without saying a word.

In the long river of time.

Dashane just stood there silently, and suddenly, for no apparent reason, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, the faces fell off piece by piece, and new and different faces kept appearing on the surface.

"Tsk tsk, he actually came back to the real world from the seventh dimension."

"This is interesting. It's getting more and more interesting."