God has been dead for 300 years

In the end, Huaying, who was really overwhelmed by the cold, sealed the cave where she was practicing with dozens of restrictions on the grounds of retreat.

Just to guard against that rogue junior brother.

Two lines of words were pasted on the entrance of the cave: on the left, you can enter for food delivery, and for important things;

Yihan guarded the entrance of the cave with his sword in his arms.

Xindao, deliver food?

Huaying is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, and his mouth grows out just to piss him off. When does he need to eat?

Who wants to eat when the people in the fairy world are retreating!

Thinking about the past few days, Qi Yun, that annoying ghost, is not dangling in front of his eyes, delivering food—for him?

It's so sweet.

Just at this time, Xiaoxian'e, who was holding a tray in one hand, approached the cave, and Yihan stopped her, asking for formulas and food.

The first restriction in front of him slowly retreated.

Yihan smiled with satisfaction.

However, the laughter didn't last for half a moment, and the next 35 prohibitions sounded like a madman, and there was an ear-piercing scream. In an instant, the originally transparent and thin water mist instantly turned into a copper wall and an iron wall, which was indestructible.

In a daze, the food box in his hand seemed to have grown wings, fluttering and flying into the cave.

Yihan looked at the stunned Xian'e outside.

Xian'e quickly waved her hands and said, "Yihan Shenjun, I, I, on weekdays, even when I deliver food boxes, I can only enter the first floor."

Yihan couldn't hold back his face, but he still asked with a cheeky face, "Did the Lord Huaying say how many days to send?"

Xian'e said, "It's as little as a year and a half, and as much as ten or eight years."

Yihan: "..."

Yihan said to Xian'e, "Sister Fairy, who is beautiful and kind, please back off."

Xian'e was in a hurry.

There was only a huge sound that shook the sky, and the majestic spiritual power and the 35 prohibitions fought with each other, and the cave that Huaying Shenjun retreated was shattered without any accident.

With a dark face, Hua Ying walked out from the rubble, took out a sharp gun, and stuck it at Yi Han's feet.

Behind him, in a half-person-high crystal sphere, sat a young man meditating with his eyes closed. Fine beads of sweat kept slipping from the corner of his forehead, dripping into the rolling Adam's apple.

He looked pained, and a bright red slid from the corner of his mouth.

Yihan watched the sharp spear attacking him. Normally, he would definitely use his spiritual power to turn the sharp spear back. This time, he didn't hide at all. He just stared at Huaying, saying in disbelief. , "Are you tempering his bones?"

Tempered bones.

The lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years, and if the spiritual power of an immortal is immortal, it will be a piece of cake to live for tens of thousands of years.

Hundreds of years ago, a fairy ascended to the sky, and wanted to bring his mortal wife to the fairy world and live the same life with her, so he found an ancient thaumaturgy in the fairy books and tempered the bones.

As the name suggests, bone quenching and bone quenching are reborn, quenching old bones with pure spirits, and regenerating new bones with elves.

The new bone came out, this mortal is a half-immortal, although he can't move mountains and seas like an immortal, slay demons and demons, but he can live the same life as an immortal, and he is invulnerable to all poisons.

In the world of reincarnation, cause and effect must be investigated.

Since mortals can benefit, immortals must lose something.

Hundreds of years ago, the fairy had just finished tempering the bones for his wife, and the immortality was destroyed once, and re-entered the cycle of reincarnation.

Yihan looked at Huaying quietly, and said sourly in his throat, "How many years have you practiced?"

Huaying didn't say a word, just looked at the corner of Yihan's robe.

There was blood in there.

Huaying took out a jade bottle from the front of her shirt, threw it at Yihan, turned her face away and said, "Apply the medicine."

The jade bottle hit Yihan's chest, and then fell on the nearby rock wall, shattered into pieces, a scent of medicine wafted from it, and the fine powder of medicine drifted away with the wind.

The hands in the cold-sleeved robe curled up.

He looked at Hua Ying stubbornly, and said, "How many years of cultivation did you waste for him, 200 years, 300 years, or——500 years?"

Hua Ying pursed her lips and remained silent.

After a while, he lifted his thin lips, as if he wanted to say something.

But he choked back again.

Yihan shrank his leaning forward body, and when he saw this, he backed away in disappointment.

He said, "When was your substitute released to the mortal world? What happened to 'him'? Or, what kind of story did 'he' have with Qi Yun that made you, a cold-hearted, unsympathetic person? This deity—also feels the same, and is willing to give up half of his life for his well-being?"

Yihan turned pale and said, "I thought, you, you, you."

He said "you" several times, but he couldn't say the rest of the words after all.

Xin Dao, it is true that the authorities are obsessed with the onlookers, and all the immortals in the fairy world say that he has a high self-esteem, but he doesn't believe it. Now it's better, his high self-esteem has been sublimated into self-love, not only losing face, but also losing face.

But a cold god roams the world of immortals, and he can count all embarrassing things in detail.

He reacted very quickly, and the bull's head didn't speak right, "Hey, poor kid, is it hard to temper your bones? By the way, I, my little uncle, have forgotten the meeting ceremony of my nephew," Yihan forced himself to smile at Hua Ying said, "Brother, don't you remind me."

He seemed to be complaining, but he said, "But it's not too late to make up for it now."

After Yihan finished speaking, he raised his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together and pointed towards his left arm, and drew out a stream of pure and pure spirit along the tendons.

The Dongfu, which had been destroyed once, took on a new look.

Immortal world is suitable for cultivation, where spiritual energy gathers, and this cave newly built by Yihan is even more abundant with spiritual energy.

Yihan pursed his lips, the corners of his eyes were a little red, but his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile.

He said: "Brother, let's go."

In the next year, Yihan traveled all over the country.

He has seen people who play monkeys, people who play with birds, there are rich couples competing in martial arts to recruit relatives, and there are also handsome young men who talk nonsense in places of pleasure.

All kinds of world.

He applauded loudly from the beginning, but after seeing a lot, he felt dull.

Gradually, he no longer cared whether the Chinese clothes were made of the best green silk, whether the half-hooks between the shoes were stained with mud, and even when a monster sprayed a mouthful of thick ink on the white robe, he was just stunned for a moment, and then The sword took away his life, returned to his mansion and fell asleep.

Every time Cong Yushenjun wanted to chat with him, Yihan listened attentively, but when Cong Yushenjun summed up his statement, he always showed a dazed expression.

One day, Cong Yushenjun said, "A large number of demon sparrows in the northern border are making trouble. The immortal master plucked their hair after they were captured. As a teacher, thinking about different clothes and different moods, I brought you one for you to look at." Can be elated, you see?"

Yi Han nodded.

As a result, a red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple thin shirt appeared in Yihan's hand.

There are also many complicated colored ribbons floating on the sleeves.

The corner of Yihan's mouth twitched, he was so frightened that he almost twisted his wrist in two.

Yu Shenjun pondered for a moment, the three lines on his forehead could almost kill flies, and said, "Isn't it pretty?"

Yihan looked at him with earnest eyes.

It's really hard to speak.

After struggling for a while, he closed his eyes awe-inspiringly, and put the lively clothes over the white robe.

Yihan avoided the question of "good-looking or not", and said ambiguously, "Thank you, Master, for your kindness."

After leaving from Yushenjun, he let go of his hair and went to the lower realm as if fleeing from famine.

Quite a bit down and out.

After walking for several days, he encountered a century-old monster in his territory.

It is heard that this monster is good at deceiving people's hearts, loves to provoke right and wrong, and is originally a fox.

This little demon fox caught people, but didn't eat them, locked those people in the cave, admiring their terrified appearance every day.If someone is very hungry, it will also send its little foxes to search for some wild fruits for the captives to fill their stomachs.

Yihan nailed the demon fox to the stone wall, and released another wave of spiritual power to release the shackles of the dozen or so people.

The dozen or so people were trembling at first, but when they saw the demon fox look a little weak, they got angry out of courage, they all picked up the stones at their feet, and smashed the snow-white head fiercely one after another.

Someone cried and said, "My wife is sick in bed, dying, but you took me here while I was gathering medicine. God damn it, you want my whole family to die!"

As he spoke, he raised the biggest stone and threw it at the fox.

The fox let out a mournful cry, and countless bright red blood stains flowed out of his whole body, and the blood-red eyes slowly closed after looking at the man for the last time.

Yihan's call to stop stuck in his throat.

I only heard the man say, "Good and evil will be rewarded, Alan, I will avenge you!"

The man slammed into the stone wall again, lying in a pool of blood and muttering, "I bandaged your wound, you saved my life from the cliff, I killed you, and now I will pay you for this life, we— — Karma and reincarnation, the two are cleared up.”

Someone from the remaining dozen or so people spat and said, "They caught us and didn't eat them. Every time this little scholar stood in front of us when he threatened us, that little elf retreated. It's so weird."

Another human said, "Didn't you hear what he said, the little scholar helped this goblin, and this goblin also saved the scholar, maybe we were tied up together, the little fox was afraid that the scholar would not be able to stay in the mountain, so he arrested us Come with him!"

"It's really hateful!"

"Damn it!"

I don't know who kicked first, and after a while, countless pairs of feet kicked the scholar and the little fox.

When Yihan came back to his senses, the little fox had become a meatloaf, and the scholar was too miserable to look at.

Yihan scolded, "Stop!"

Someone was anxious and said, "What's the matter with Xianjun?"

Yihan put the little fox's body and the scholar's body together, and said, "Since he's dead, show some respect."

The man asked suspiciously, "This fox has harmed us, so why not hunt it down?"

Yihan pointed at the lump of rotten meat, "That's it, you still don't feel it's enough, how do you want to get rid of the hatred in your heart?"

The man was justified, "Peel the skin and cramps, and eat its flesh and blood."

Yihan showed a shocked look.

The man said again: "Xiaoxianjun, people, grievances and grievances are repaid, and it is easy to tie up and not easy to resolve, so hatred comes and goes, and the way is natural. You have never experienced our panic, how can you criticize us for being too cruel?" ?”

Those people helped each other out of the cave.

A few people even staggered, and when they looked closely, they saw some dry black blood clots.

Yihan buried the little fox and the scholar, propped his chin and sat on the ground in front of the small grave, lost in thought.

Before leaving, the man said, "The scholar is right, karma reincarnation."

"Xianjun saved us, and we have nothing to repay. Since we feel that we are cruel, we don't want to disobey Xianjun. Therefore, this enmity is gone, and we leave."

Yihan said silently in his heart, karma reincarnation.

So, did he and Hua Ying have to blame themselves for getting to this point?

Now that there is an effect, where is the cause?

Is he not good enough for Hua Ying, not considerate enough, not qualified to compete with Qi Yun in being delicate and weak, and putting on an air?

After thinking about it a lot, it seems that only words like "he is not considerate enough" are slightly acceptable.

In the next two years, Yihan traveled to many places, and every time he went, he brought Huaying a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, rose shortbread, cheese lamb, etc. to eat.

He bought a folding fan from the mortal world and wanted to inscribe it with the word Hua Ying.

However, he was afraid that Huaying would dislike him for not having enough writing skills, so he gave up and only used a trace of pure spiritual power to attach it, and then secretly placed the folding fan in Huaying's courtyard, hiding it on the tall sea pomegranate tree.

In this way, Huaying will be the first person to know when Huaying leaves the customs.

Thinking like this, Yihan also went to his own cave and practiced hard.

The spiritual consciousness is closed, and between the sea of ​​consciousness, the tallest sea pomegranate tree in Huaying courtyard is covered with long colorful ribbons. Among the chaos, a snow-colored folding fan looks particularly fresh and refined.

Yihan nodded in satisfaction, and assigned a substitute to go to UFO Capital.

He was secretly proud that he was only short of the collection of pastries in this place, and he could summon his senior brother to leave the level!