My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World - Chapter 177

Huanhua Village.

There is a grass **** to the south of the village. The grass **** is unusual, and it is said that there have been fairy trails.

Early this morning, a few half-old boys climbed up the grassy slope, and the fattest one said, “Erlang, did you really see it?”

“Really!” Another boy focused his head, “I got up last night and saw a silver light falling from the sky, but it disappeared in a blink, but the position where the silver light fell was on Xianrenpo!”

Another boy with a dark complexion said, “My mother said, more than 10,000 years ago, a shepherd boy in the village got on the fairy slope, and maybe our chance also came.”

Fatty: “Just you? Black skin, you can forget it, if anyone really can be a god, it must be me, my husband said I am smart …”

The more they talked, the more excited they were, but when they climbed up the grassy slope, they saw two people covered in blood lying on the grassy slope, motionless, like bodies.

“Dead, dead man!” The fat man sat down on the ground with a fright, his lips dark, his eyes straight, and trembling staring at the front.

Heipi also screamed, and wanted to run down the slope, but he stumbled a dog to eat shit.

Only the boy named Erlang was frightened, but was generally calm. He stood on the spot and watched for a while, and began to approach the “corpse” with vigilance.

“Erji, Erjiro, what are you going to do and do?” The little fat man was fighting with his teeth, almost crying.

Erlang: “Just do whatever you want.”

He wanted to find out if there were any babies on the two “corpses”, didn’t he say everything in the book? How many immortals embarked on the legendary road at the beginning was when they encountered a corpse, which was passed down by the other party. He could have two corpses here!

As I was thinking, a “corpse” suddenly opened his eyes.

“what!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The grass turned upside down on the slope, and a few children rushed down, leaving only the terrified screams echoing in the wind.

As soon as Qin Yanzhi woke up, he was tortured by the piercing ears of the magic sound, and couldn’t help but frown.

The moment he woke up, his memory was still a little chaotic, but his body felt it for the first time—he returned to the Qifang Realm.

Qin Yanzhi did not go to see where he was, but instinctively searched for Jing Yue, seeing that the other party was sleeping heavily on his legs, and the trauma on the ribs was gradually repaired, and he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, he found that all his injuries were healed, and he should take it for granted. After all, his physical body was transformed by the blood pool, which is better than ordinary people.

Qin Yanzhi sat up and looked down at Jing Yue. After a long time, he gently touched each other’s cheek.

At this moment, he saw Jing Yue’s eyelashes tremble slightly, and the next moment, he met the obsidian-like eyes of the other party.

At first, Jing Yue seemed a little stingy. Although his eyes were looking at him, his sight was out of focus. When Jing Yue’s eyes faded away, the deep sadness occupied the bottom of the eyes, and the corners of the eyes slowly turned red, even tears leached out.

Qin Yanzhi froze. For the first time in his life, he saw Jing Yue cry.

His heart seemed to be torn apart by people, without sourness, only pain. He had seen most of Jing Yue’s memories from the torrent of time, and naturally knew what A Wu meant to Jing Yue.

Qin Yanzhi wiped Jing Yue’s tears with his fingertips, and covered his hands over the other’s eyes.

He could feel the tears wetting his hands, but he remained silent.

It took me a while to hear Jing Yue’s sullen voice: “I’m fine.”

Qin Yanzhi slowly withdrew his hand, seeing that Jing Yue still had red eyes, but couldn’t help rubbing the corners of each other’s eyes.

Jing Yue smiled embarrassed, then sat up, looked up at the sky in a daze, and said for a long time: “Do you people who are sincere to the sword all like to worship the sword?”

One uses the soul, one directly sacrifice all.

Qin Yan shivered, but said, “I can’t compare to him.”

Jing Yue raised an eyebrow unexpectedly, but he never heard Qin Yanzhi admit that he was inferior to someone.

Qin Yanzhi: “He only has a sword in my heart, and I still have you in my heart.”

Jing Yue’s expression softened a little from surprise, and then she dragged Qin Yanzhi’s front flap, hugged him and kissed him hard.

For the first time, Qin Yanzhi felt that Jing Yue was so active. He hugged each other tightly. You two beat me, I beat you. In addition to pouring out love, I seemed to want to uneasy, sad, lonely, Wait for the negative emotions to come out.

While forgetting me, I heard a mess of footsteps, and there were a few human voices.

The two subconsciously separated, and there was a light on the red lips.

The voice became clearer and clearer, and only an old man asked, “How can there be dead people on the slopes of immortals, and also lie to the corpses? Erlang, did you really lie?”

“No! I, black-skinned, chubby all saw it with their own eyes! They didn’t move at all, but one of them suddenly woke up!”

“Blue sky and white, how do you lie?”

“Really, you know when you go up …”

…

Qin Yanzhi and Qin Yanzhi forgot a glance at each other and shook their heads with amusement.

When the villagers got up on the grass slope, they saw two beautiful young people standing on the grass slope, who were not so real. Together with the fairy slope, these villagers with little knowledge immediately gave birth to wonderful reveries.

The head of the village softened his knees, and “Tongtong” knelt down, “But the fairy came?”

Jing Yue was funny and raised his hand to hold the village head up. “We are monks, not immortals. We just passed away with some injuries before, and it is not a fraud.”

The village head has certainly heard of monks, but to them, monks and immortals are no different. Besides, this Taoist obviously has the true skill, and as soon as he raises his hands lightly, he almost floats lightly!

He was shocked and happy, respectful and fearful, and stuttered, “No, I don’t know that Xianlong came to my Huanhua Village, but something happened, Xianchang’s injury …”

The village chief wanted to ask a few more words, but saw that the original kind fairy was suddenly discolored, “Huanhua Village? You say this is Huanhua Village?”

Village chief: “Yes, yeah …”

Qin Yanzhi saw that Jing Yue’s response was so big, he felt strange, and was about to ask. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his mind. He thought of the scene seen from the flood of time—on the grass slope, a shepherd boy was holding the wild grass pillow On a gray stone, listening to the sound of the clear spring slowly flowing over my ear …

——The place where Jing Yue got the Dafa Cangyu in that year was exactly in the Huanhua Village where he lived! It’s on a grassy slope!

correct! stone! What about the shepherd’s pillow?

Qin Yanzhi remembers that when Jing Yue got the mind, he did not take away the stone, let alone destroy it, but left it in place, hoping that the stone would wait for the next destined person.

But only after they woke up did they not see any stones, otherwise Jingyue would have recognized this …

Sure enough, I only listened to Jing Yue anxiously: “Is there a stone on this grassy slope, is it a stone?”

“Originally, yes, yes …” The village chief fell down again in shock, and the rest of the villagers also kneeled softly. “The stone is a fairy stone. It is said that there was a little shepherd in the village. I got the chance to seek immortality from the stone. But one day more than 10,000 years ago, the stone suddenly disappeared … “

“Disappeared?” Jing Yue froze, then closed her eyes to sense something, her brows gradually eased.

When he opened his eyes again, he resumed the peace before, and said to the village kneeling down, “We are here today just for this fairy stone.”

Village chief: “Yes, Ke Xianshi is gone …”

Jing Yue smiled, “It’s still there.”

With a wave of Jingyue’s sleeve robe, a deep pit suddenly exploded on the grass slope. There really was a gray stone in the pit.

Jing Yue raised his hand again, and the stone floated up from the bottom of the pit, only to see its appearance full of dirt and moss. Who could think of a set of Heavenly Order exercises hidden in it?

“Can you see what?” Jing Yue asked Qin Yanzhi.

Qin Yanzhi shook his head, and even if he let out a sense of consciousness, this was an ordinary stone.

Jing Yue: “Maybe it’s destiny, only I can feel it.”

There was suddenly an inexplicable conjecture in Jing Yue’s heart. More than 10,000 years ago, he was hacked to death by a thunder rob.

Just where did this stone come from? Why did he and Yan Zhi appear in Huanhua Village?

Jing Yue had a lot of doubts in her heart, and suddenly she heard a crisp and tender voice in her consciousness: “This stone is exactly the stone that A Wu carved his mind in.”

Immediately, white smoke blew from the jade pendant on Jing Yue’s waist, and a young man in a blue robe and cloak slowly emerged from the smoke.

As soon as the boy appeared, he covered his face with his sleeves, and said to the villagers: “Hurry on, let’s go. How can you look directly at this place? It’s bold!”

The villagers looked in horror at the people who appeared out of nowhere, and looked tremblingly at the two immortals. After seeing each other nodding, they rushed down the grassy **** …

After waiting for the rest to dissipate, the boy lowered his sleeve and exposed a delicate face.

Jing Yue instantly felt a sense of surprise. He combined his past life and this life, and he had never seen such a beautiful face, even Qin Yanzhi was worse than …

When I first thought about it, I saw the young man squinting with pride, “Jing Jingjing has vision, huh! I certainly look better than a rogue!”

As a result, Jing Yue saw Qin Yanzhi come over, her eyes were a little complicated, “What is a rogue?”

Jing Yue: “…”

Jing Yue took a deep breath, ignoring Qin Yanzhi’s problem, and tentatively said, “Well?”

The young man bowed his head with restrained hands, his arms around his chest, and his energy was infinite. “Of course it is this seat.”

Jing Yue laughed: “Are you all well?”

The teenager was immediately upset and said, “How can I be injured? All of those thunderstorms have been refined by me, I’m super powerful!”

Jing Yue teased him deliberately: “Okay, well, that terrible uncle told Dad, where did this stone come from?”

The boy froze, “Why, what dad! You, you don’t talk nonsense.”

Jing Yue touched his chin. “Let me think, what do you say?”

“I was born from Jingjing …”

“I feel my father’s love is like a mountain …”

“I want to give Jingjing an old age …”

Jing Yue slowly spit out a few words, and the boy leaped violently, covering his mouth, “Jing Jingbei, don’t say it!” Then grieved, “Jing Jing don’t bully me.”

Although Jing Yue saw that the appearance of Lan Feng had changed, her behavior seemed different from that in the past, but the inner things remained the same, and she could not help patting the boy’s head.

The boy paused, his face was pale red, and he hugged Jing Yue’s arm and coquettishly said, “He loves Jingjing the most! Favorite the most!”

Qin Yan, who had been abandoned by “Father and Son Deeply,” suddenly looked down, and suddenly he had a premonition that his old enemy in life finally appeared.