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

The midday sun is somewhat hot.

A breeze blew by, bringing coolness.

The locust tree forest behind the wooden house swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.

At this moment, Li Chuyi was standing in the courtyard, feeling warm in the breeze.

However, he looked at those figures with a puzzled expression. These people actually came here at the exact moment.

But soon, his brows relaxed.

Oh, let them be.

Under the eaves, Tu Mu saw so many people, looked at his upper body, and silently took out a black robe and put it on.

He seemed to not know what to do. Seeing some strange beasts on the ground, he picked them up and walked towards the riverbed a few feet away from the house.

On the side, when Fan Jiu saw this, the dark and rebellious thought in his mind brightened up.

With his hands folded, he said in a sarcastic tone: "Master Perfect Human, you will not use that murderous knife to peel off my skin and bones later, will you?"

The Eighth Throne Rong Zhan saw it and laughed, "Fan Jiu, you don't know so much about people with higher cultivation levels, how dare you gossip here?"

"Aren't you afraid of killing you for adding more food to our menu?"

Tu Mu heard this but ignored it.

Just looking at the rippling water on the river, followed by a flash of light, dozens of ferocious knives of various shapes were placed there.

He leaned forward, as if choosing carefully.

But in the end, he was unable to pick out a usable knife, so he could only make a stone knife out of a pebble.

"Ahem, as a human flesh guy, there is no knife on his body that has not seen human blood..."

Rong Zhan coughed dryly. They naturally knew the relationship between the Perfect Human Race and the Human Race very clearly.

However, as they are from another race, it is difficult for them to judge these things. It is nothing more than the law of the jungle and natural selection.

Just like all the people present, each of them has blood on his hands, including him, Li Chuyi. In the sea area outside the cycle of reincarnation, he also killed tens of thousands of perfect humans, and the blood dyed the deep sea red.

"I heard from the old guys in the tribe that although the human race has a pseudo-human name, it is definitely not weak, and its high-end combat power is extremely strong." Fan Jiu muttered.

Rong Zhan spread his hands, his tone somewhat helpless.

"But the perfect human race is even more amazing. On the surface, they already have Wuxiang, 90% gamblers, and three ancient and modern immortals."

"Tell me, how do we play this?"

As for Li Chuyi, he took the opportunity to simply clean up some fallen leaves in the yard.

Then put out some small bamboo chairs and tables that I had woven myself.

Then he whispered, "Don't just stand there, or you'll say I don't know how to entertain guests."

At this time, Passerby A had already walked around the wooden house several times, as familiar as an old friend visiting.

"Not bad, really good. Although it's nothing special, it's quite comfortable to look at."

"Passerby, did you tell them where I live?" Li Chuyi said casually.

"Yes, a few years ago, the heart symbol on the heart armor accidentally fell off again, you know."

"So, I knew you lived here."

Li Chu nodded and continued to ask: "How did you notify them?"

"It's simple. I left your place at the top of the thousand-foot peak where you recognized the Heavenly Dao as your father."

Passerby A smiled and said, "You know what, every one of the myriad races that have entered the Fate Realm now has to go there for a stroll."

“Although it is just an ordinary mountain, it has gained such a great reputation in the myriad worlds that it can even be ranked among the myriad famous mountains in the heavens, and it is quite high up.”

“Hehe, there’s even an introduction to it.”

"The transformation from ordinary to rebellious, the birth of the son of the false heaven..."

"Stop!" Li Chuyi interrupted quickly with a dark face.

Passerby A said: "I guess someone is looking for you, so I left a seat for you."

At this time, Fan Jiu also laughed and said: "When I went there, I saw a few guys trying to burn incense and recognize their father..."

There were nine people in total.

Jin Lin was in the kitchen on the right. All kinds of ingredients had been sorted out and piled up all over the room, but he still had a calm face and was not in a hurry.

Tu Mu was standing by the riverbed, silently practicing his sword skills.

Bai Qing, Passerby A, and Fugui, three people, sat in the sunlight and drank tea leisurely.

Rong Yan, Rong Zhan and Fan Jiu picked up Li Chuyi's painting of their three generations, unfolded it carefully and examined it attentively.

"Are these thirteen halos the Thirteen Word Immortals?"

Rong Yan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to compare the strong and the weak, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back. The word "strong" did not seem to be worthy of being used to describe them.

"Oh my god, I saw the old guy from my tribe, in this corner." Fan Jiu exclaimed.

"But why does he look like he's eaten a dead fly? What happened at that time?"

Rong Zhan's face was full of enthusiasm, and his tone was full of passion: "Brother Li, Master Tiandao."

"I want to discuss something. Can you let me make a copy of this painting?"

"These are three eras coexisting. The Dao Flowers that fill the entire starry sky, the Light Rain, the Thirteen-Character Immortal, the Ten Thousand Races Shackle Immortal, and the Ancient and Modern Immortal..."

"You might think it's nothing, given your status."

"But if I take it out in front of the other races, it will be an absolute highlight, the focus of everyone's attention, absolutely full."

Upon hearing this, Li Chuyi just threw out a brass box.

"Use it."

At this time, he was on the left side of the courtyard.

A sword that could open the sky was casually placed across Xiao Pohua's head.

Beside her, the God of Joy was sitting with a silly smile on his face. Behind her, Wansui, wearing a white dress, was standing there, skillfully helping her tidy up her messy hair.

The breeze blows the skirt, which is poetic and picturesque.

"What do you mean by asking me to publish a book?" Li Chuyi asked puzzledly.

"It's a book about how to jump left and right and survive in the cracks when facing a dead end."

"Look, you've caused so much trouble, but you're still not completely unscathed in the end, so I came to ask for your advice."

Li Chuyi couldn't help but twitch his eyes when he heard that.

“I can’t teach you.”

"why?"

"I'm afraid you'll die faster."

The sun moved sideways and a wisp of smoke rose from the wooden house.

Li Chuyi would occasionally enter the kitchen to see if he could help Jin Lin.

He would come out from time to time to change tea for everyone, or bring some melon seeds and fruit plates.

He kept going in and out, and it was no different from greeting guests in the mortal world.

In the blink of an eye, more than half an hour had passed.

The small courtyard was filled with fragrance, and a wide variety of spiritual delicacies were laid out on a large table.

Eleven people in total.

The God of Joy also sat down, next to the God of Longevity, otherwise it would feel awkward for her to be the only woman there.

"I didn't expect it to be so lively today." Fugui, wearing a melon-shaped hat, smiled with squinted eyes.

"This is the fifth place. The food is ready. I'll buy you some wine."

After that, a jar of fermented rice wine appeared on the table.

On the left side of Fugui, Passerby A coughed dryly.

"Hey Lao Fu, you should take your wine back."

Bai Qing also smiled and said, "I quite agree with this."

There was also Wansui, who seemed to know that wealth and honor depended on money, and hurriedly covered the cup tightly.

Now everyone more or less knows that you cannot take anything that costs money, even a needle.