Campus belle's cultivation master

Shen Feili was stupidly frozen there, and the excited expression on her white pretty face froze in an instant. She stares at Lin Yu's big black and white eyes, and stares at Lin Yu's unshakable face. Not far away, the villagers' laughter and singing are fading away

Real moon Liangzi pursed her mouth from the side, and her curving eyebrows frowned, saying nothing.

After a full half minute, Shen Feili seemed to wake up from her sleep and suddenly realized: "ah, I see. Are those so-called immortals..."

Zhenyue Liangzi nodded like a chicken pecking rice. Her delicate white face could not help showing a touch of weird color.

Shen Feili pulls her lips and shakes her tight body. She suddenly feels that her heart is like thousands of grass and mud horses whistling past. Her fragile young heart has suffered unprecedented trampling and impact again.

As a secular person, she received orthodox scientific education and cultivation since childhood, advocated atheism, and never believed in strange tales of gods, demons and ghosts. But since met Lin Yu this monster, three outlooks completely disintegrated, gradually understood in this world each kind of inconceivable.

Shen Feili even gradually believes that since human beings can possess the terror ability far beyond modern weapons, the legendary gods may not exist. Maybe in the distant tianque, there is the Jade Emperor overlooking all living beings and the jade rabbit guarding the cold palace?

When the elders in the local village told her about the fairy tale of Mt. Mituo, she couldn't help but feel excited. She thought that she would finally have the chance to witness the immortal family's respect and listen to the teachings.

Which become to want to be poured a basin of ice water by the pocket head in a twinkling of an eye, cold from head to foot all the time. It turns out that the gods the enthusiastic villagers here revere are the "practitioners" they meet these days. They are the lambs who are waiting to be slaughtered in front of Lin Yu and have no resistance!

Bullshit immortals, they are a group of human beings with extraordinary strength, selfishness and desire! Such a level gap, there is still the difference between heaven and earth, it is too far away

The most important thing is that these so-called "immortals" in Mt. Mituo can't even protect their heads in the face of Lin Yu's sharpening. How can they spare time to protect others?

Shen Feili couldn't help sticking out snow-white rouyi, gently grabbed Lin Yu's sleeve, and timidly asked: "if you say that, aren't you... Are you also... An immortal?"

"Me?" Lin Yu eyebrow tip upward lightly a pick, suddenly grin a way, "at most calculate executioner."

Shen Feili's body suddenly trembled, and her beautiful face, which could be broken, suddenly turned pale like paper.

She felt a little cold, wrapped her coat tightly, shrunk her little white hand into her sleeve, lowered her eyebrows and kept silent.

"The executioner?" She thought silently, "Sir, you really think highly of yourself. Even the most ruthless executioner will be frightened in the face of endless killing, but you won't. You are cold-blooded, merciless, cruel and fierce. You are the devil coming back from hell... "

At this time, the sky came wheezing wind sharp sound. Then, like thunder rolling, the White Mountains at the end of the line of sight set off snowy waves, like a silver dust storm, stretching and blocking the sky.

Shen Feili and true moon Liangzi all lose their looks. Subconsciously, they turn their heads too small and raise their beautiful eyes. At first, they thought that there was an avalanche in Mt. Mituo. Only when they saw that the simple villagers who sang and danced stopped the noise and bowed down to the vast mountains in front of them, praying and praising one after another, did they suddenly wake up.

The spirit, who lives in seclusion in the depths of the mountain, has arrived!

As time goes by, more than a dozen people can be seen walking slowly in the snow and ice. They have wide robes, big sleeves and elegant demeanor.

The villagers kowtowed and worshiped, their faces full of excitement and reverence

"God is up! Please bless

"Please accept the sacrifice from the Supreme God, and bless my son to get better soon!"

"Blessed by the gods, may the New Year be a year of peace, good health and plenty of grain."

Shen Feili looked at the guys who came out of the snowstorm, and looked at the simple and humble villagers who knelt down on their knees. She felt as if she had overturned the Schisandra bottle and could not tell the taste.

The scene carefully created by these practitioners was too shocking. If she had not known Lin Yu and witnessed so many miracles, she would have been worshipped. But now, I just feel angry and funny.

It's like a magician's trick. When the audience can't see through it, it's hard to avoid praise and wonder. But once you see through the details, you will feel dull, but that's all

"This is a group of big liars who like leisure but hate work." Shen Feili lowered her voice and murmured a little dissatisfied, "these people pretend to be gods and ghosts. Every year they come down to the village to cheat the villagers on the fruits of their hard work for a year. It's shameless..."

Lin Yu gave out a low sneer, supported the armrest of the chair, and was about to get up.

"Oh, you can't go!" Shen Feili was so flustered that she couldn't stop him, "don't! Don't do it here

Lin Yu tilted his head and asked, "how?"

Shen Feili stared at him and said seriously: "in the eyes of the villagers, they are the supreme gods. If they are destroyed by the belief that they have established for generations, they will be destroyed."

"Sister Shen is right." Zhenyue Liangzi pursed her little mouth and echoed, "Sir, there are still many children in the village, so please give in and bear with them..."

"False is always false. The illusory castle in the air will collapse sooner or later. Those who look forward to God's salvation are pitiful and hateful. " Lin Yu light said, but it is a light sigh of relief, and slowly sat back.

No matter how mean his mouth is, he still keeps a rare tolerance in the face of ordinary people's hope and desire. If human beings have the ability to face the changeable world, how can they place their hopes on the illusory gods?

Faith, perhaps, is the only consolation left in the despair of many people.

By this time, the so-called "immortals" had come, led by an old man with white hair and beard. His feet were half a meter above the ground, floating quietly in the void, which attracted the villagers to marvel and look more humble and respectful.

The head of the old village knelt on the ground and kowtowed to worship: "Dear God, this year's offering is ready. Please accept it!"

The old man's cold eyes swept through the audience, and then broke the usual practice in previous years, extremely rare opened his mouth