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

"Two fellow Taoists, where is this force located? What is the state of those hunters?" Li Chuyi asked next.

"I don't know." Wei Wushuang shook his head, "But according to speculation, they may come from the source of the Thirteen Tongtian Rivers."

"What is there is like a mist to us. A great monk once explored it, but found nothing."

"As for the strength, I don't know. After all, there have been Tiandao foundation builders who have completed counterattacks and finally grown into a giant."

"Fellow Daoist Li, if you encounter those hunters in the future, be careful. The road to immortality is long, and it would be good to have more like-minded people."

After Wei Wushuang said that, he turned around and left, reminding the other party that it was enough.

But after just a few steps, blank stone pillars emerged from the beach and stood in front of everyone.

As soon as they finish carving the words, they can cross the sea.

Li Chuyi looked at the stone pillar in front of him. He did not write, but looked here and there, wanting to see others first. This feeling was like peeking into other people's little secrets. It was addictive.

I saw Wei Wushuang's fingers were like swords: "Immortals also have immortal worries, why do I need immortals to relieve my worries?"

Li Chuyi pursed his lips and could only comment in two words: 'Mensao'.

He looked at Mo Yu again, but the other party immediately cast a spell to block the stone pillar, even his consciousness was blocked, and he even raised his head and smiled happily at him.

So he also laughed dryly and quickly glanced at Luo Yu, who said:

"Bless me with immortality. I'm willing to exchange my father's life span of a thousand years. Anyway, his life is longer than that of a monster and a bastard, and he still accepts Taoist companions every day. If not, I don't have any objection to giving him a few more years of life in exchange. .”

Li Chuyi shook his head, this child is so filial.

I saw him taking out the inscription knife and thinking about what he should engrave, funny style or serious style?

Finally, he started to use the knife. Instead of carving words, he was going to carve a picture on it.

The knife is flying, and the painting comes to life in a moment.

Above is a young man in coarse linen clothes, riding a donkey, and one man and one donkey are looking around, with a face full of joy and a look that has never seen the world.

This scene is exactly the scene when he left the village for the first time. He was so happy then and had all kinds of longing for his future life.

He then left a message below, 'I am still the same boy as before, without any change. '

In fact, after encountering so many things along the way, how could it be possible that he had not changed? But in his heart, he probably hoped that he had not changed.

"It's a pity that the donkey is ugly. After all these years, the grass on the grave has grown taller. When we return to the village, we will have to arrange some sticks of incense for it and cut some bundles of grass for it."

Li Chuyi sighed.

At this time, almost everyone stopped.

Luo Yu came over and said, "It's strange. After everyone finished carving, didn't a boat appear and take us across the sea?"

Then, everyone looked at a majestic figure, it was Niu Dali.

The guy actually carved the names of women on the stone pillars, all of which were the names of his favorite people.

I still remember that when they were on the city wall, Hou San asked them if they had any candidates for Taoist companions, but it only took him a quarter of an hour to sign up.

Now, you have to wait.

However, some monks had fire in their eyes and wanted to go up and teach him a lesson, but after glancing at Li Chuyi, they stopped.

That person seemed untouchable to them.

As a result, he waited and waited, but Niu Dali moved very slowly. Every time he carved a person's name, he had to recall the person's voice and appearance, and a shameless smile appeared on his face.

In the end, Li Chuyi couldn't stand it anymore. Xinggang's black knife appeared and he rushed over, holding the knife on the opponent's neck.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Dali, do you think my knife looks good?"

……

Wait until Niu Dali takes the last blow.

On the beach, three large paper ships suddenly appeared out of thin air?

The hull is pure white and the structure is extremely simple. It is very thin, just like paper, as thin as a layer.

But the boats are quite big, one can accommodate at least a thousand people, and three boats can just accommodate everyone.

"Brother Luo Yu! What's the point of crossing this sea?"

Li Chuyi asked in a deep voice. He still remembered the terrifying pressure he endured when he climbed the mountain before. Without the Wumingshi who taught him the limits of the four poles, he would never have been able to climb that mountain.

"Brother Li, there is nothing unusual about this sea. Of course, its color should be more beautiful and colorful." Luo Yu said with a smile.

"Is this boat strong enough? It seems to be made of paper."

"Brother Li, aren't you scared?" the bull monster yelled.

"Cowarded? Just follow your heart." Li Chu's eyes were stern with an arrogant expression.

Then, one after another monk figures were seen shooting out quickly, and then landed on the big ship.

Li Chuyi and the others also flew towards the seaside and were about to pick up a paper boat and land it.

He saw a male cultivator standing on the deck of the ship in the middle, yelling excitedly at him.

"Wild Dad, please come here. My younger brother's name is Fang Zheng. He is from the Ninth Land. He has one father in his family. But from now on, Wild Dad will be in front and my father will be behind."

Li Chuyi, many monks: "???"

Li Chuyi's eyebrows narrowed slightly and he swooped down. Again, how long had it been since he recognized his father that someone else was rushing to recognize his father? Looking for a smoke?

Besides, this person's name reminded him of an old friend, Fangyuan Xiaopang.

on the deck.

Li Chu's face was uncertain. This square figure was upright and majestic, and he looked full of masculinity. However, from time to time, there was a vulgar air in his eyes, commonly known as mean air, which was very inconsistent.

"I am Mr. Lee?"

"Okay, Dad Li."

"Don't call me daddy."

"Okay, Grandpa Li."

At this time, all the monks were staring at this place. When they saw this, they were all speechless. What the hell is this.

Li Chuyi's eyebrows were also beating wildly. He held the Xinggang black knife in his hand with his backhand and said through his teeth, "Fellow Daoist Fang, do you think my knife is heavy? Will the blade curl up when it is cut on a person?"

When Fang Zheng saw this, his appearance immediately changed. His eyes became extremely serious, and he seemed to have some extraordinary bearing.

"Li..., Fellow Daoist Li, Brother Li, everything is harmonious, so why should we use the knife?"

At this time, the boat began to move, heading towards the land of immortal fate.