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

In a big city with bright lights, it was already sunset, and the whole city felt hazy, like a candle burning.

At this moment, the good man was dressed in a Chinese robe and a round hat, and he was walking in the city in a particularly leisurely manner. Along the way, various merchants and shopkeepers greeted him with great respect.

On the bloody plain, many Magic Pavilion shopkeepers have returned. At this time, they are also staring at the light curtain in the sky, their eyes are very complicated.

Rong Yan of the Rong Ling Clan, such a serious and powerful creature, could fool a group of Jianghu people to death with just one mouth after entering the situation of killing.

How good people can behave, these shopkeepers can't even think about it. They can only pray that they won't go too far and embarrass the Magic Pavilion.

At this time, all the sentient beings just saw the good man in the picture looking proud, and then talking to themselves.

"Hey, why do I always feel like I spent my whole life on loans in my previous life?"

"Humph, lending money is a crime, and I am sworn in with sin!" he said with a sense of justice in his tone.

After that, he took out a folding fan and shook it with a proud look on his face, "I am a good guy and the number one lawyer in Qiutong City. What I am best at is prosecuting lawsuits about loan disputes!"

"After all, it feels like I have taken out loans for many years before. I can't believe it. Now let's think in the opposite direction, Jie Jie..."

The shopkeepers of Magical Pavilion: "..."

Next, all living beings saw that good people took one lawsuit after another, all of which were the kind of malicious lending that forced people to go bankrupt.

He himself is an ancestor of moneylenders, and he handles these things with ease. After all, he knows all the trades here.

Moreover, due to his somewhat despicable character and the fact that he often did not play his cards according to the rules, he had sent countless people to jail for putting in illegal money, and many serious cases had their heads beheaded.

For a time, the reputation of good people in Qiutong City was so high that everyone who mentioned it would give a thumbs up.

When no one within a hundred miles of this city released black money, the good man suddenly disappeared and returned to the Twelve Lands, the Bloody Plains.

On the Fortune Qi Tian Zhou, all the shopkeepers looked at the sudden appearance of the good man with strange expressions.

On the top of the monument, the vague figure was silent for a long time.

Finally, he commented, "Words kill without blood, and harm without a knife. It can kill people, but it can also eliminate evil and be kind!"

Time passes slowly, and more and more creatures come out. This is using words as swords. In the final analysis, it is still a game between people's hearts. From their minds, it is not difficult.

It's just a difference in the size of the murderous intention. There are living beings who kill one person, and naturally there are living beings who turn into poisoners and use words as accomplices to poison the other party.

There are beings who use words to do evil, and there are also beings who use words to get rid of evil.

There are so many of them, it’s impossible to generalize them all!

The flow of time in the Twelve Lands seems to be different from that of the mortal realm in the monument.

In the blink of an eye, two more months have passed on the bloody plain. At this time, no other living beings have come from other places, and no living beings have come out of the world in the monument for several days.

In the blood-colored sky and earth, the Thousand-Zhang Mingming Monument stood majestically, and incomparable creatures stood boldly in all directions.

At this time, a living being looked at the blurry figure on the top of the monument, his eyes were respectful, and he spoke respectfully.

"Senior Monument Soul, since everyone is almost out, can we proceed with the second kill?"

On the Good Luck Qitian Boat, the good man said in a strange manner: "I said to this fellow Taoist, you are in a hurry to be reincarnated, right? There are still people who haven't come out yet!"

Now, almost all the shopkeepers of Magic Pavilion have returned, but Li Chuyi is the only one missing.

In addition, Xiaodai and the golden lion cub have been staying on the boat. They have no idea about their immortal destiny, so they have not been admitted to the mortal kingdom.

"You mean Li Chuyi? He won't die in there, right?" The Longjiao young man was still bald, his eyes were gloomy, and he was a little gloating.

He obviously has a decent dragon power, but at this moment, the feeling given to the creatures present is slightly funny.

He continued: "You should know that if you die there, you are really dead."

"In the previous light screen scene, wasn't there a fool who tried to frame people with words, but ended up losing his head instead!"

At this time, Tu Mu was holding a murderous knife. The Rongling Clan and the Hua Ri Clan all looked over with interest.

Even the two hundred scavenger monks appeared near the monument because they discovered that they would not be absorbed into the mortal realm.

It seems a bit ironic. It can only be said that these weird monks actually have Buddha in their hearts, have devout beliefs, and have no extravagant thoughts about seeking immortal life.

It was also at this time that the sky dome light curtain scene was changing.

What appeared this time was Li Chuyi.

He was sitting in a quiet school, seeming to be practicing calligraphy.

I saw that his expression was very calm, and the tip of his ink-filled pen slightly scratched the paper, like fine sand falling into the sea, emitting the faintest tide.

Every grain of sand is extremely shocking, every word is like a divine pen, every stroke, every word, contains the stars and the sea.

"Let the flowers bloom and fall outside the window, and the clouds open and pass, it will be an endless aftertaste and a great pleasure!"

An equally young student in white came over, looked at the pen and paper spread out on Li Chuyi's desk, and read out casually.

Then he smiled again and said: "Brother Li, the time is light, the days are beautiful, and the fun is endless!"

The student in white is the one sitting in front of Li Chuyi, the one with a bone on the back of his head.

He has a rather strange name, Fanjiu.

It has been five years since they became classmates.

The days passed very quickly. I had time to make tea and walk in the drizzle. Time just slipped away day by day.

The old scholar who taught the book is now even older, and every wrinkle on his face is marked by the traces of time. He now likes to sit there alone, wearing a thin coat, squinting and taking a nap in the sun.

The little girl in the school who disguised herself as a man also got married two years ago, and it was Li Chuyi and others who gave her to her in person.

It was also the first time that these students saw each other dressed in women's clothing, and they were quite surprised to see them. The groom is a young man from the town, and he is quite good.

This little girl mingled among a group of men, and there were some love-hate entanglements that she didn't expect. This was a bit too blasphemous to the words "classmate" and "scholar".

In the past five years, only two people, Li Chuyi and Fanjiu, still have the same appearance and the same stars in their eyes.

Time seems to be unable to leave any traces on them. Some people around them find it strange, but it can be explained that their appearance has not changed for five years.

"Brother Fanjiu, are you drinking tonight?" Li Chuyi put down the pen and paper in his hand and said with a smile.

"Okay!" Fan Jiu nodded. He was also alone and did not have any family members.

Looking at this scene, many creatures on the bloody plain became uneasy.

"Senior, if these two don't kill with words, do we have to wait forever? So I suggest to kill them directly!" A creature said with murderous intent.

"I think so too, one is just a fake, and the other, although I don't know who it is, looks like a passerby!" the young man with dragon horn said in a disdainful tone.

"Passenger A? Who is calling me?" A figure suddenly appeared on the scene. There were two ears on both sides of the head. It turned out to be Passerby A, a cultivator of the Xinhui clan.

"I'm a passerby. I like sleeping and watching the fun most. I came here when I saw there was something fun to see." He said seriously, but kept staring at the light screen.

At this time, a vague, seemingly meaningful voice came, still the soul of the tablet.

"Lets see!"