How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

[Black Sun: Alright, coming.]

"Hey!"

Hei Yang suddenly appeared beside Hong Li, carrying two large bowls of beef noodle soup. Before he could speak, his hands were empty.

"Ha, did you bring both bowls for me?"

Hongli said happily, "Heiyang, you're so kind! Then I won't be polite!"

"Go away, one bowl each, buy more if you need more."

Hei Yang rolled his eyes, reached out and took the beef noodles that Hong Li handed him. He knew that Hong Li was just being silly, and one bowl of rice was enough for her to fill her stomach.

As for other energy consumption, just replenish it with the spiritual energy from the northwest wind, cough cough...

"click"

A huge rock split in two, with a smooth cut. Hei Yang and Hong Li sat back to back on it, drinking soup and eating noodles.

"I think next time you can go to that savory pancake shop further north and get some. It goes really well with beef noodles, especially the soup. Mmm, so good!"

Hongli's little face was flushed, and she leaned against Heiyang's back with a satisfied expression.

"What is happiness? This is happiness!"

"Eat without talking or sleeping without talking."

Hei Yang glanced at Hong Li.

"I won't listen, I won't listen, Black Sun is chanting sutras!"

Hongli gave a soft hum.

"As we all know, countless deals are discussed over dinner, and sometimes in bed too, though that's usually rather dirty, cough cough..."

In short, when everyone is eating and talking, you, Hei Yang, are the abnormal one if you don't say a word!

"No way, I'm used to it."

Hei Yang slurped his noodles. In his past life, he never had time to talk while eating. He was always wolfing down his food and worried that there wouldn't be enough time between classes, which is why he developed the habit of not talking while eating.

However, the pace of life in the travel world is much slower, and there's no need to rush to eat anymore. In my parents' words, "Eat slowly and no one will take it from you."

However, Hei Yang felt that not talking while eating helped him concentrate and made him enjoy his food more, so he only changed half of this habit.

Of course, if you're attending a banquet or something, you still have to speak, otherwise people will say you're impolite—so Hei Yang rarely attends those kinds of banquets.

Among Hei Yang and Hong Li's peers in the same city, there were quite a few "elegant and romantic" young ladies and gentlemen who would book a room for a meal every few days, recite poems, or paint pictures, displaying an air of high society and elegance.

I invited Hei Yang and Hong Li a few times at first, but they always stood me up, so I stopped bothering with them.

Hei Yang and Hong Li felt as if they lived in a different world from their peers. While others had gatherings, poetry recitals, music performances, and operas, they would occasionally have martial arts competitions.

Back then, Hei Yang Hong Li would laze in bed, daydream, eat snacks, sit quietly under a tree, and drink tea...

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them often fight, they would really be living like an old couple in retirement...

However, nowadays, some of my peers have unfortunately passed away, some have gone out to do business, some have been taken to the capital by their elders in hopes of getting a spot for cultivation, and others have already gotten married, had children, and started working...

I can only see a few of them during the Chinese New Year. Most of the time, it's hard for that group of peers to get together anymore. After all, Wusecheng is really just a small place, and opportunities are few.

Because of the ancestral graves of the Wushe family and many fellow villagers nearby, and due to some special reasons, there has been no intention to expand the area, and there are even many empty spaces left!

Overall, the population loss in Wusecheng has exceeded the population increase in recent years, with more and more young and middle-aged people leaving to develop their careers elsewhere.

For example, one could seek refuge with relatives in the capital, or rent a house in the Five Elements City to have a better chance of being selected for the Immortal Sect. Even if one wasn't selected, very few of them ever returned...

This city is becoming increasingly quiet, though occasionally fresh blood is injected... Speaking of which...

Hei Yang finished the beef noodle soup in his bowl, let out a long breath, and looked up at Hong Li, who was still engrossed in eating her noodles. He casually said, "When I went out just now, I heard that Bai Shitou became a father, and I heard that Huang Qiqi has been pregnant for a long time and could give birth at any time."

We're all the same age, and now we're all parents. It makes me feel like I skipped middle age and went straight to old age.

"That guy Bai Shitou, isn't he the only kid who gets scolded less often than the two of us? I never thought he would end up with that sister from the Zhao family."

As Hongli ate, she said, "As for Huang Qiqi, well, I'm not very familiar with her. I've only heard of her, and I've seen her a few times, but I don't remember what she looks like."

"Not as good-looking as you."

"walk slowly."

Hongli nodded, brushed her long hair, which was almost spilling into her bowl, behind her head, and suddenly spoke.

How many children do you plan to have?

"what?"

Hei Yang paused for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "Xiao Li, what did you just say?"

"Ah, cough cough..."

Hong Li's body jerked violently, and she almost choked to death on the soup.

"Ahem, well, I didn't say anything. I was just singing. Are you ready, kids? Ready! The boat... ahem... um!"

Hei Yang: "Hmm (third tone)?"

"Ah, uh, ahhh!"

Hongli seemed a little exasperated, kicking her legs a few times before gulping down a mouthful of beef noodle soup. Her cheeks puffed out, and she mumbled, "Um, um, ahhh, I'm asking you! I mean, how many do you want!"

"Child?"

Hei Yang suddenly realized.

"What else could it be?! Could it be me singing?!"

Hongli swallowed the soup in her mouth, wiped the corner of her mouth, and turned her head to glare fiercely at Heiyang.

"Hurry up and tell me how many you want, so I can be mentally prepared!"

"Ah this..."

Hei Yang's lips twitched: "Didn't we say before that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, one moderate success for our family would be enough? We can discuss and plan for anything else later!"

"Damn! The unknown is the scariest thing!"

Hong Li pouted and said quietly, "One day, Hong Li was happily eating snacks and reading a novel."

Then Xiao Huo suddenly said, "Ah, Xiao Huo is so lonely, I want a younger brother or sister."

Then suddenly the bedroom door opened a crack. And then an arm stretched out from the crack, reaching all the way into the living room!

He suddenly grabbed poor Hongli by the neck, then dragged her through the crack in the door into the room, and slammed the door shut!

There was no one to help; the floor was still marked with scratches from crumbs of snacks. Ugh... that's terrifying!

"Wait, wait, wait, what kind of monster am I? When did my arms become infinitely extendable? How come I didn't know?"

"Well, isn't this just artistic embellishment?"

"What kind of bizarre processing..."

Hei Yang said with a disdainful look, "What kind of snack could leave a scratch?"

You should say, "Hongli's ten fingers left ten deep, blood-red scratches on the floor! That would be much more impactful, wouldn't it?"

"Damn, you're even more of a heavyweight."

Hongli rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to Heiyang. She finished the last bit of soup noodles, turned her head to look at the coffin next to her, and a row of black lines appeared above her head.

"Well, laziness is lying in her coffin, and we're sitting here with a bowl of noodles, it always gives me the feeling that we're eating at her feast..."

"Tsk tsk, why don't you just play a few notes on a suona?"

Hei Yang couldn't help but complain out loud.

"You know what, I heard it from a rumor... cough cough, actually it was something my dad secretly told me."

Hongli looked around, then leaned close to Heiyang's ear and whispered, "My dad said that my mom seems to be contacting a suona band to play a few tunes for our wedding, saying it's for good luck."

"hiss……"

Hei Yang gasped, looked up and thought for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly, "You know what, just imagining that scene instantly heightens the atmosphere, doesn't it..."

"However, I think a couple of puffs to create atmosphere is enough; don't puff for too long..."

Hei Yang said weakly, "After all, his master is also exhausted, right?"

"To be fair, it's true, they just blow for two or three minutes to get it over with..."

Hongli whispered, "That's what I think too. Actually, I think it would be nice to play some gentle, peaceful and quiet tunes. There's no need for something so, uh, festive, right?"

I was already nervous, and if I made it so loud, I was afraid my blood pressure would spike and I'd have a stroke..."

"One thing to say, it's true!"

"But then again..."

Hong Li took out a communication spirit stone and raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't we agree on twenty minutes? Did you really hit the deadline right on time, or... did you fail the challenge, cough cough..."

"Ah this..."

Hei Yang's lips twitched, he picked up the two bowls, stacked them up, and stood up: "Um, I'll go return the bowls to their owner..."

"Buy some more biscuits."