Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 843

Although the meaning of death in the eyes of gods is different from that of mortals, for gods, death is just another form of existence in the world.

Or mountains, rocks, flowers and plants, or wind, snow, fish and insects.

Perhaps only gods can accept this concept and way of death.

For ordinary people, the lower fairyland and even the upper fairyland, some people are more or less unable to accept it. Just like Sang Yue, she can accept her own demise, but she cannot accept her relatives and friends ending up like this.

Therefore, she must develop this regenerative medicine.

"Then where can we find a special prescription?" Ah Man was confused. "With your bad luck, without the regeneration medicine, you will die even if you have nine lives."

For ordinary people, the fairyland is already the most beautiful and comfortable paradise in the world.

But its master was cursed by gods and demons, and had a relationship with demons in previous lives. Now he was chased to the fairyland by the children of the demon family. Just after arriving in the fairyland, he fell into the palace of the demon master, one of the perverts pointed out by Biluodi. His future is really worrying.

Now even the regeneration medicine is useless, it is desperate! It is always worried that its master will have an accident at the next moment.

"That's it," Sang Yue said indifferently, and touched the little snake's head with her finger. "You are no longer a spirit in the space. My death can't affect you. What are you afraid of?"

Ah Man was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and was so happy that he slammed his tail on the ground like a disco:
"That's right, I have nothing to do with you anymore! Once you die, I will be free!"

"Yes, are you happy?"

"Kai Sen~"

With a snap, a living white-eyed snake was flicked away by someone's finger, and it slowly slid down the other wall of the training room.

Aqi: “…”

In such a huge palace, I can't find a single decent immortal. I'm so tired.

Sang Yue accidentally caught a glimpse of Ah Qi's melancholy expression and thought that Ah Qi was worried about her, so she reached out and touched Ah Qi's furry head:

"Don't worry, more haste makes waste. Besides, I just got here, there will be plenty of opportunities to explore in the future."

Falling into anxiety will not only fail to solve the problem, but will also make her life worse. After saying this, she moved her jointed fingers, which were flexible and free, just like before they were broken. See, life is still beautiful when there is medicine to treat the injury.

"A-Sang," watching her throwing the Dust-Clearing Technique at the huge training room, for some reason, Ah Qi suddenly blurted out, "Do you hate living here?"

Ever since she received the first beating from Konghou, she has been cursing the Immortal Master and Qin as being perverts, and seems to be extremely disgusted with them.

"Hate it? Of course not." After cleaning the bloodstains in the room, Sang Yue came to the konghou and squatted down, holding a piece of soft cloth in his hand and began to wipe the body of the instrument. "Thanks to the Immortal Lord for helping me become a Qingyun Immortal and allowing me to practice in his palace.

I am grateful enough, how can I hate it? "

As for the strong people who she could not reach, she could only look up to them except to curse them as "perverts" behind their backs. Of course, there was also preconceived prejudice, and the evaluation of him by her elder sister was still fresh in her mind and she dared not forget it for the time being.

She didn't care about his purpose in saving her. Judging by his actions, not his heart, no one in the world is perfect.

Self-knowledge is the basic element for the weak to survive. She has only seen weak people demanding human rights from the strong in the stories of her hometown. In reality, she should give up her fantasy and look for new breakthroughs in a stable environment.

"I thought you saw your good friend coming and wanted to join him in practicing Taoism." Aqi also squatted over to watch her busy work.

Look at this zither, it's very snobbish, it becomes docile when you clean it, but it goes berserk when you play it. "You're stupid," Ah Man, who was coiled on top of it, complained, "How can a smart person put all his eggs in one basket? If someone is disliked, it will inevitably implicate the other person..."

We are in the same boat, we prosper together and suffer together.

Even if there is an opportunity, it will only fall on one person, and the other person will be depressed even if he is sincerely happy.

The only way is for everyone to go their separate ways and not interfere with each other, so that at least the friendship between us remains.

This is the fairyland, unlike the spirit world where people fight for a little resource and even lose their lives. It is also a peaceful era for the three realms. There is no need to stick together to tide over difficulties. The two can find a suitable way to practice with peace of mind.

Sang Yue is a chaotic body, and can extract any skills from the crystal ball. With the elixir she made, she can become a master by herself as long as nothing goes wrong.

Precisely because they are used to being free-range, it is difficult for them to accept the constraints of the immortal sect's rules.

Tu Qingyun was different. He had a natural spiritual root. Although he yearned for the freedom and ease of a casual cultivator, he was constrained by the lack of resources and common sense. Without the guidance of a famous teacher and the appropriate skills taught by the sect, his achievements would be limited even if he was gifted.

Unless she was willing to share the spiritual energy of the space with him and extract spiritual techniques suitable for his practice from the crystal ball.

Of course she is not happy about it, people change, and she may be the best person in the world today, but it may not be the case tomorrow. Except for special times, such as when they have a common enemy, she does not mind sharing the convenience of space with her friends.

In peacetime, necessary precautions must be taken.

Speaking of his friends, Sang Yue suddenly wanted to know if the name Tu Qingyun had caused him any trouble. Back in his hometown, he originally wanted to be called Tu Qingzhou, but since Qingzhou was a real city, he changed it to Qingyun.

Now that he has come to Qingyun Fairyland, memories that have been dead for many years have come back to him. I wonder if he can withstand the pressure and insist on not changing his name.

"Hahaha……"

When the matter was mentioned, the three of them laughed at the same time, and Ah Qi also laughed heartily. Ah Man also suggested enthusiastically that they go to the immortal sect to see if he had been kicked out and became an outer sect disciple or a chores.

"Forget it," Sang Yue smiled and shook her head, "It would be so embarrassing if he found out."

Let's save some face for him.

Just like she is now a servant, although she doesn't care much about face, she doesn't want her friends to see her servile attitude. If she encounters a scene where she is punished by the Immortal Lord, she will be so embarrassed that she will dig a city out of the ground.

Again, I'm glad to know that everyone is safe.

After chatting about gossip, she threw Ah Man and Ah Qi into the space to open up wasteland and plant. There are different areas, such as spiritual plant area, fairy plant area, as well as magic plant, demon plant, and otherworldly plant, while she applied maintenance wax and string cream to the guzheng in the practice room.

There must also be fairy fields for growing grains and cereals, and she will collect crop seeds, plants and the like slowly when she has time.

All kinds of fruit trees also need to be replaced. The flower, fruit and tea trees in her hometown were destroyed by the vortex. She was really distressed! In addition, after the body of the qin is well maintained, she will go to the East Side Hall to ask the two immortals about the origin of this konghou.

Only by knowing the origin of the konghou could she prescribe the right medicine. Otherwise, she didn't intend to bring bad luck to her again before her own medicine was ready.

She had arranged her daily work to the utmost and was so absorbed in her thoughts that she was completely unaware that there was a figure watching from outside the door. The silver-haired immortal had not shown up, but his deep, freezing eyes watched her as she worked methodically.

She hummed a tuneless little tune while wiping it. As for the heat on her left face, it had dissipated after she took the elixir and gradually turned into a shallow mark.

He adapted quite quickly, and the silver-haired immortal's brows warmed slightly. He turned around and disappeared out the door.

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