Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

A small world is silent.

The eyes of those young golden crows are full of sadness.

This is Emperor Xianyang, Golden Crow Xianyang! ?

Qin Hongyi couldn't help but slightly pursed her lips, "So, Heaven protects the Golden Crow clan!?"

"Therefore, heaven protects the Golden Crow clan!" Qin Xuan smiled and looked at Qin Hongyi.

Qin Hongyi suddenly smiled, "Yes, throughout the ages, the emperor's burial place is forbidden, and the saint teaches sentient beings."

She smiled, and at the last corner of the memory of the emperor soul, she seemed to understand why it was that smile.

No regrets to death!

Qin Xuan turned his eyes slightly, I don't know when, beside this, a monk listened to the story Qin Xuan said.

He looked at the Wuchao Emperor Wood, but there was only a smile in his eyes.

"By the way, Brother Changqing, the dead monk arrived three days ago, and I don't know how he came." Qin Hongyi followed Qin Xuan's gaze and smiled when he saw the dead monk.

"I have seen two donors!" The dead monk put his hands together and looked at Qin Xuan with a touch of gratitude.

Qin Xuan nodded slightly, and then, holding the red clothes, he slowly walked outside the island.

The dead monk followed Qin Xuan, Qin Hongyi and others, leaving behind the young golden crows, immersed in the story told by Qin Xuan.

Even if it is fake, it is shocking enough for them, and even affects a lifetime.

Qin Xuan went all the way, surrounded by many golden crows looking in awe.

However, the three were extremely silent.

Until, Qin Xuan three people walked to the edge of this black nest.

On this edge, there is a red reef standing strangely.

There is also a flower of crimson like blood, these are some mortal realm spirit flowers, in this black nest, they are like ordinary flowers and plants in the world.

Sunflower!

Qin Hongyi picked one and placed it on its black silk, "Big Brother Changqing, is it good-looking?"

"Ok!"

Qin Xuan showed a slight smile, he turned his head and glanced at the dead monk who followed silently.

"Xianyang Hall, there will be three or four months to open, why follow me and Hongyi!?"

The dead monk was startled, he let out a laugh.

"The little monk has never known anyone in this black nest, so he followed the Evergreen donor, so abrupt, I hope the Evergreen donor should not be offended!"

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, "The years are fleeting, and your time is running out."

The eyes of the dead monk dazzled slightly, and his expression seemed to change slightly.

"Donor, did you see it?" After a few breaths of silence, the voice of the dead monk slowly sounded.

Qin Hongyi looked at the dead monk with surprise, she wondered: "Brother Changqing, what's wrong with this monk? Is it going to fall?"

"He should be a half saint, and his life span should be hundreds of thousands of years, right?"

Qin Xuan smiled, "Not everyone wants to live to the end, and some people, in order to do one thing, even if it is dead, it is not enough."

Qin Hongyi was a little at a loss. She looked at the dead monk even more puzzled.

A good person, how can you say that you are dying, dying?

What's more, she has never seen the slightest trace of the depletion of longevity in the dead monk.

Even Qin Hongyi had supernatural powers, and wanted to see if the dead monk was a disaster.

"Little girl, don't spy!" The dead monk slowly squatted down at this moment and said with a light smile.

He no longer called the donor, and in his eyes, he seemed to have calmed down, like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

Qin Hongyi was even more confused.

The surviving monk chuckled and said, "I also have a story for future generations. Would you like to hear it?"

"This story is about a friend of mine."

He walked to the front of Qin Xuan, for the first time, sitting quietly on that golden sandy beach.

He dropped his arms on his legs and watched quietly. He took a handful of yellow sand and slowly passed it through his fingertips.

The eternal monk quietly looked at the boundless sea and suddenly smiled.

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, quietly behind the dead monk.

"In terms of time, it should be after the Golden Crow and the Fairy Sun you described, in the West Desert, a deserted village leaning on the red cliff of the desert."

"People in this village will go to an oasis in the desert from time to time to hunt wild animals and pick up wild fruits."

"My friend is a boy in this deserted village, about..."

The monk raised his hand and described it for a moment, "Let’s look like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old. His parents are helpless and their parents were buried in the endless desert."

"I thought that in an ordinary life, nothing was strange, until one day, he went to the oasis where he was picking up waste and met a woman!"

The monk smiled, "A woman, quietly holding water and drinking, let alone when, in this oasis, there was a small house built with dead wood."

"My friend was probably shocked. He had never seen such a beautiful woman. For a while, he was stunned!"

"It wasn't until the woman walked in front of him that he just came back to his senses, like a frightened little beast, fleeing away, and he didn't even say a word to that woman!"

"For the remaining half a month, he will enter here almost every day. Every time, he is looking at the woman who is peeping. Every time, he is discovered by the woman and fled!"

"Until, inadvertently, a crocodile monster almost killed him in the shallow oasis lake. When he woke up, he was already in that simple wooden house."

"Thank you, it should be the first word he said to the woman, full of panic, anxiety, and gratitude, lingering fear."

The voice rose slowly, like a breeze, into the ears of Qin Xuan and Qin Hongyi.

There is no wave in Qin Xuan's eyes, but Qin Hongyi is full of interest.

The dead monk still said, "After that, my friend got acquainted with this woman, and she often brought something that she thought to be novel, and the woman often accepted it. This is seven years."

"The young man has grown up, and I can't talk about the handsomeness of Fengshen, but he is also a bit heroic, and he has stayed in this oasis directly with that woman!"

"My friend, I probably like her very much!?"

The dead monk turned his head slightly and looked at Qin Hongyi and Qin Xuan.

"It must be that the woman must be very beautiful, so that's why your friends are so fascinated!"

Qin Hongyi nodded, then answered.

"Yes, it's beautiful!" The dead monk chuckled, "Until he expressed his admiration one day, he didn't realize that in this desert, a woman lived in this oasis of demon for a long time, representing What's going on."

"This is also the first time he has seen a cultivator in this world with mysterious techniques, and the woman did not refuse, but agreed, only instructing him to cultivate!"

"Since then, he has truly embarked on the path of cultivation. The woman went out occasionally and brought some bottles and cans of pills. Although my friend was practicing for the first time, she was able to do her best with the guidance of the woman. , In just ten years, he went into immortality from the mortal realm!"

"At the same time, he also knew the woman's name."

The monk of the world was looking at the boundless sea, looking into the distance, how many rainbows came from the end of his eyes.

"Coincidentally, the name of a woman is surprisingly similar to the Golden Crow you mentioned before!"

The dead monk paused slightly and smiled.

"She's called Xianyang!"