While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

"The Immortal."

"My little girl is willing to leave with you!"

When a stick of incense arrived, Wang Lu walked up to Song Zhi and said this.

Look at her tough and slightly worried face.

Song Zhi rubbed the glazed scabbard and spoke carefully.

"If you want to stay, I will respect your decision."

"There are good consequences between you and me."

"So, I won't force you to do anything."

Song Zhi didn't mind giving Wang Lu a reassurance.

As she spoke, she raised her head and glanced at Prince Nan Liu and his wife, her heart calm.

Taking Wang Lu away would mean that the family of four would be separated.

Wang Lu is only seven years old.

Lest she complain when she grows up, Song Zhi will not make any decisions for her or guide her.

If she wants to stay, Song Zhi will give her plenty of food and clothing, and the guarantee of a safe life.

After she left, Song Zhi taught her carefully, allowing her to carve out her own world in the world of cultivation.

*

"My lord, my little girl is willing to leave with you!"

"Jiang Ji once said that the little girl is destined to be immortal."

"He described to me the prosperity and grandeur of the immortal world."

"I've longed for it."

"So, please ask the Immortal to take me to that world. I want to be like the Immortal, flying in the sky and on the earth, capable of anything!"

Wang Lu fell to her knees with a plop.

She knelt in front of Song Zhi and begged her repeatedly, and was very determined to leave.

This was a bit beyond Song Zhi's expectation.

She also thought that Wang Lu would be greedy for the love of her parents, afraid of the strangers in the world of cultivation, and would not want to follow her.

Unexpectedly, this child already had a heart to cultivate Taoism.

Tsk, I have to thank that evil hermit Jiang Ji.

Song Zhi glanced at Jiang Ji, who was frozen not far away, and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile that was not a smile.

"If you come with me, you'll end your relationship."

"It should be noted that one day in the world of cultivation is one year in the world of mortals."

"It often takes five, ten, or even decades or hundreds of years for monks to advance in seclusion."

"If you shut yourself up and come out again, your mortal parents and brothers may have already turned into decay and disappeared from the world."

"If you think about it again, would you accept the pain of the death of a loved one?"

"If you can, please let me go today."

Song Zhi spoke with a smile and looked gentle and approachable, but what he said was actually extremely cruel.

Seeing Wang Lu's stunned look, Song Zhi picked up the dry tea cup, confidently put it in front of Zhao Muyang, then folded his hands and ignored it.

Facing her naturally driving look, Zhao Muyang opened his mouth.

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to show off his senior brother's prestige, but the Alchemy Furnace Spirit next to him picked up the teapot first and consciously added water with a flattering look on his face.

Zhao Muyang: "???"

What's going on, Mr. Lu?

Didn’t we agree to be each other’s guardians?

You actually stabbed me in the back and switched sides to my junior sister? !

The first furnace, whose contract furnace are you? !

"Xiaolu, give me some more."

Zhao Muyang kept complaining, but it didn't show on his face at all.

He sat calmly and gave instructions smoothly.

The weapon spirit is connected to his heart and soul, and it knows Zhao Muyang's thoughts without probing.

Seeing his puppy not crying, Qi Ling rolled his eyes and was not willing to pay attention to him at all.

This idiot!

It’s also too unsightly.

Haven't you seen Song Zhi's character as a powerful and reliable female fairy preparing to accept disciples?

Only Zhao Muyang, a brainless person, simply thought that Song Zhi was here to repay an old relationship.

"Sister Zhi, if you have any further instructions, just call me."

"Young man is always at your service."

The Alchemy Furnace Spirit handed the tea cup to Song Zhi respectfully. After that, it obediently stepped aside with the teapot in hand, which gave Song Zhi enough face.

Song Zhi was really pleased by how good it was.

She smiled slightly, rubbed her fingers together, and a cluster of purple spiritual fire appeared out of thin air.

Song Zhi flicked it, and a red flame quickly shot out from the back of Zhao Muyang's neck, swallowing the purple spiritual fire in one gulp.

Zhao Muyang, who didn't react the whole time: "..."

Since when did his family's Yanhuo become so familiar with Song Zhi? ? ?

Isn’t it the most exclusive and proud? ?

*

Zhao Muyang sat on the chair and doubted life.

The mortals on the side who had witnessed Song Zhi's immortal skills had their eyes wide open, and they were so shocked that they wanted to scream.

These two are the real immortals!

"Lulu."

"You don't have to worry about your father, queen and queen."

"Everyone has his own ambition."

"You were not born to stay by your parents' side and be a bird in a cage."

"Your mother and I want to see you fly!"

"Fly out of the palace, fly out of Nanliu Kingdom, fly out of the mortal world!"

"My dear father, Lulu, don't hesitate, let alone be sad. Your wishes and your future should take precedence over family ties."

"Go ahead and leave with the Fairy Lady."

"The path you want to take is different from ours from the beginning."

"Don't give up more precious opportunities for vain things."

Parents who love their daughters often have far-reaching plans.

Taking the initiative to cut off the relationship with Wang Lu, why is it not the love of King Nan Liu and his wife for Wang Lu?

Wang Lu knelt on the ground blankly, tears quickly welling up in her eyes.

She cried silently, looking up at her elderly parents, feeling her heart tightening.

Before she officially went to the world of cultivation, she had already felt firsthand what the difference between immortals and mortals was.

"Lulu, don't worry."

"My father, the queen, and I are here."

"Brother will take good care of them and lead the Nanliu Kingdom well."

"If you can truly achieve enlightenment and become an immortal, that will be the real and greatest guarantee for my father, queen and mother, and even for the entire Nanliu Kingdom."

"Don't hesitate, don't worry, Wang Lu, go ahead and walk your own path!"

Seven-year-old Wang Ying held back tears and reached out to push Wang Lu.

He took the hands of Prince Nan Liu and his wife and took two steps back.

Queen Nan Liu had already burst into tears, but she still refused to say a word of condolence.

Wang Lu couldn't bear to break up. As parents and brothers, they had to take the initiative to break up.

Immortal fate is hard to find, Wang Lu should not be lost in the mortal world.

*

"Have you decided yet?"

"Would you like to go with me, or stay with your parents and brothers?"

Song Zhi blew quietly into the tea cup, and in the hot air, her delicate eyebrows were looming.

Wang Lu straightened up and looked at her intently, her eyes becoming dark and calm.

"The Immortal."

"My little girl is willing to follow you."

"Please also ask the Immortal to accept my little girl!"

Wang Lu knelt upright, put her hands on the ground, and kowtowed heavily to Song Zhi.

Seeing her pious posture of kowtow, Song Zhi felt visibly happy.

"Here comes tea."

Song Zhi called out softly, and the sword hilt and tea cup in his hand disappeared instantly.

She rested her hands on the handle of the chair, and her face showed a maturity and solemnity that did not match her age.

This time, Zhao Muyang was much smarter.

He was so blessed that he quickly brewed a new cup of spiritual tea.

He used spiritual wind to send Wang Lu before and after him, and he reminded the seven-year-old girl softly: "Wang Lu, serve tea and become a disciple!"