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

In the realm of mortals.

At night, in Li Chuyi's small courtyard.

At this moment, he and Fan Jiu were drinking together under the moonlight. The rice wine they brewed was sweet but not intoxicating, but it was delicious.

"Brother Fanjiu, did you forget to do something?" Li Chuyi put down his wine glass, and then said softly, looking at the other party with deep meaning.

And what he was referring to was, of course, using words to kill.

Yes, although Li Chuyi is still in this mortal world, he remembers his past and who he is.

Because the rule between his eyebrows has taken shape. This rule is very simple, but not simple. And it is a rule that has never appeared before.

Only three words.

I am me!

The literal meaning is that I will always remember who I am, I will always be myself, and I will never forget.

So from the moment this rule took shape, he recalled all his past and knew why he entered this mortal realm.

The rule 'I am me' seems to be of little use, but for monks of the Wen Sect, this is the most cherished rule.

Because they have the rules of all things engraved in them, they are in danger of being assimilated by the rules at any time, losing themselves, and losing all their humanity.

If Li Chuyi faces this kind of situation in the future, unless his rule is obliterated, he will one day remember who he is.

This rule was pointed out between his eyebrows by the old beggar, and it took many years for it to take shape, and its profound meaning is self-evident.

"Brother Li, are you too?" Listening to Li Chuyi's words, Fanjiu was a little surprised.

"Drinking, drinking, although we have lived a normal life for a few years, it is ridiculous to be obsessed with it all the time!" Li Chuyi laughed.

On the second day, Li Chuyi rarely went to school, but wandered around the town with tens of thousands of people. To kill with words, you have to have a target first.

After half a day, nothing was found.

After all, this town is very prosperous, everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, and the folk customs are strong, and everyone talks about dirty jokes constantly.

It's probably a bit difficult to kill people with words.

Li Chuyi thought for a moment and then set his sights dozens of miles away. It was said that there was an old locust tree there and an inn under the tree.

The proprietress's charm is still there, but she works in a shady store. She also kills business travelers passing by. Not only that, she also chops people into stuffings to make steamed buns.

Outside the town, Li Chuyi looked up at the sky. The sun was just right, so he planned to take a look.

Choosing a fast horse, dozens of miles will come quickly.

When we arrived at the place, there was indeed a shop with flags flying, and it looked decent.

The proprietress is in her forties, very enthusiastic, her skin is fair and tender, and she is already ripe. In addition, there were four or five fierce-looking guys.

Next, Li Chuyi pretended to be a passerby, and what happened did not surprise him. It turned out to be a black shop.

After he was knocked unconscious, he was taken to the cellar. There were broken limbs and arms everywhere, as well as a short fat man chopping up human flesh. It was like a bloody slaughterhouse.

With the Perfect Human race in front of them, Li Chu naturally had a dark face when he saw this scene.

So he immediately showed off his power. After all, after practicing swordsmanship for so many years, even if his cultivation and physical power are blocked, he still has many brushes under his hands.

At this time, the store door was closed.

Li Chuyi was sitting in the store, with the proprietress and several waiters kneeling in front of him.

He decided to nag people to death.

To put it mildly, it would annoy people to death; to put it nicely, it would make them feel so guilty that they would die to apologize.

"Hey!"

Li Chuyi sighed, and then he took out a wooden fish under the shocked gazes of all the creatures in the Twelve Lands.

Then he tapped it again and again, chanting the Great Compassion Mantra in his mouth, and repeated it over and over again.

For a time, the sound of wooden fish and chanting of sutras lingered in the minds of all the living beings in the Twelve Lands and the Black Shop group like the sound of magic.

Because Li Chuyi didn't read it properly at all, his pronunciation was weird and it was extremely uncomfortable to hear.

The reason is that he feels that if he recites Buddhist scriptures, this group of evil people will really listen to him, and he will put down his butcher knife and do good deeds. What if he doesn't commit suicide?

"A heretic is a heretic. Although his pronunciation is weird, he is definitely a heretic!" The scavenger monks stared at Li Chuyi on the screen.

If he appears next time, they will have to save him at all costs, even if they sacrifice themselves.

In that dark shop, Li Chuyi sat there and recited a sutra.

Instead of killing with words, it doesn't matter if he just annoys people to death.

On the ground in front of them, this group of people had dull eyes and some were hopeless, especially the proprietress, whose hair was disheveled and looked like she was crazy.

Other monks chanted sutras for money, but Li Chuyi chanted sutras for life.

At this time, he opened the door of the store. The moon was already rising outside, and the night breeze was blowing, refreshing and cool.

He nodded, went to the kitchen to find some rice and noodles, made some food, and then served it to the group.

Then, in their panic, they took out an iron hammer, broke several people's legs, and then locked the door.

The leg had to be broken because even if these people had a way to escape, they wouldn't be able to get far.

After all this was done, Li Chuyi's voice sounded like a devil murmuring outside the door, "Hey, let's continue tomorrow!"

As for himself, he got on his horse and went back to his small yard. He couldn't get used to living anywhere else.

At dawn the next day, with the sound of horse hooves, Li Chuyi arrived as promised.

It was still a modified version of the Great Compassion Curse, and its main focus was a fatal one. He even prepared a few more wooden fish.

After that, it just repeated.

On the evening of the fifth day, Li Chuyi prepared a meal for a group of people and served it to them. There was still yesterday's meal on the ground, but it was not touched at all.

At this time, there was very little life in the eyes of this group of people, and they looked haggard. Didn't you see that they couldn't even eat?

Li Chuyi was naturally very satisfied. He estimated that if he recited the sutra for two more days, they would either commit suicide or go on a hunger strike.

After locking the door, he raised his head to look at the moonlight as a habit, and suddenly his expression became excited.

How about refining a pill, and as long as you eat it, there will be a villain chanting sutras in your mind? Keep reading, keep reading...

"Tsk tsk, awesome!" He clapped his hands excitedly.

It's not that he doesn't practice the pill. Although the creativity of this pill is still not as good as the Bald Pill and the Breeding Pill, it's at least a start.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was shining brightly. One day, he would refine a pill that would make the heavens tremble. Just wait!

On the way back, the wind was gentle, the moonlight was full, and I heard the insects and frogs chirping on both sides, I just felt that this night was so wonderful.

But on the bloody plain, many creatures looked at this scene in silence.

"Killing with words, he just nags people to death and annoys them to death. Does this count?" The Longjiao young man's eyes were full of anger, and he was very angry.

"Senior Stele Soul, he is taking advantage of a loophole. He is not worthy of cultivating the Immortal Life of Killing Words. Kill him quickly!" He yelled at the phantom on the top of the stele.

However, the phantom of the stele soul just glanced at him. In an instant, he saw an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The difference was far beyond the description of ants and Qingtian.

On the light screen, the picture remained the same.