My sister took me to Xiuxian

"Girl, be harmonious and loving. Don't be so violent all the time. This won't work."

He suddenly felt that it was time to strengthen the mental health education of this girl, otherwise he was worried about what Yuxiu would become in the future!

"But...but...it was grandma who hit people..." The little girl felt a little aggrieved.

"I didn't hit anyone."

"But didn't Dad take advantage of them? Did Dad and Grandma have an agreement, with one playing the villain and the other the hero..."

Qiu Yi: “???”

Damn, you are not a pink-cut black girl!

How can such conspiracy theories come up?

A spiritual vein flew out and rudely slapped the girl's palm twice. The boy taught her earnestly, "Be more sunny and cheerful, kid, and don't think about those crooked ways all day long. If you do it again, I will hang you up and beat you."

"oh oh."

Yuxiu, who had suffered a lot, nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Qiu Yi didn't have time to say anything more. He turned around and rushed to the platform at the back of the mountain, hoping that he could make it in time this time. Saint Miyin must not be stubborn with his mother. How many whips could her body withstand?

The anxiety in my heart had just emerged for a moment when an angry and unwilling roar came from the front.

"It's fake, it's all fake, I'm not Qiu Yi, just beat me to death, I'm not afraid of you, beat me to death if you have the guts!"

"Bastard!"

"Hehe, it's just an illusion. Your son is a loser. He couldn't even open up his Qi Sea for half a year. Such a loser wants to cultivate immortality? Dream on!"

"You...you...Xiao Yi, you...I will beat you to death..."

"Beat me to death! I want to see what you can do to me."

Snapped! !

Snapped! ! !

this is?

Qiu Yi carefully pushed aside the bushes and weeds, and a scene completely different from what he had expected appeared.

The person on the platform was not the pure and elegant Holy Lady, but a middle-aged bearded man. He was tall and mighty, with a strong body, and it was obvious at first glance that he was a strong man who practiced physical cultivation.

But at this moment, he ignored any impact and lay on the ground like a loser, allowing the thin woman next to him to whip him again and again.

"Xiao Yi, can you get up? Hurry up and get up! You can't even bear this little hardship, and yet you still want to fly into the sky and ride on clouds!"

The woman was so angry that her face turned black. She gasped and hit him.

"You still want me to suffer? Do you know who I am? I am the deputy saint of Tianyahaige. If you don't have the qualifications, don't even think about cultivating immortality. Do you really think that immortality is something that an ant like you can pursue? You are such a fool. Kill me quickly so that your son can reunite with your dead man in the underworld."

Qiu Yi: “…”

"Dad..." Yuxiu's voice became timid, and she felt his emotional changes with fear and trepidation.

"You reflect on yourself here!"

She was whipped countless times but it seemed to have no effect at all. The sallow-faced woman was filled with disappointment and anger. She could only say something harsh, turned around and left. Her back looked so lonely.

When they passed each other, the young man clearly noticed the tears in the woman's red eyes.

"Dad?" the little girl called again.

"It's okay, I just felt the need to do something."

Qiu Yi didn't think much about it and just pushed aside the bushes and walked out. The sound of his steady footsteps seemed unusually clear in this quiet atmosphere.

"Why are you here again? Are you annoying me? If you have the guts, then kill me. If you don't, then don't come here to talk nonsense... Who are you..."

The bearded man turned around impatiently and wanted to curse a few words, but the next moment he stood there in a daze, but then he was filled with ecstasy.

"How did you get here? Has this illusion finally changed?"

He had been trapped in this illusion for half a year. He was familiar with the people and dogs inside, but this boy...

"brush!"

A bright sword light exploded, neatly cutting off one of the man's arms.

"You...how can you use magic power here? This is impossible!"

The man roared in pain and tried to dodge, but where could he run to in this situation?

Moreover, the second sword light that followed also smoothly cut off his two legs.

"Aren't you looking for death? Now I'm here to help you. I also want to know whether you will wake up in reality or really die after you die in this memory illusion!"

Another touch of sword energy appeared in Qiu Yi's hand. At this moment, the young man's voice was cold and murderous.

"Wait... wait a minute... I have something to say to you..." The man was completely panicked now, his eyes were full of fear. The handsome young man now looked like a big devil.

"Snapped!"

There was a slight sound, like a watermelon bursting, and the big head exploded at this moment.

However, the scene of blood splattering and bone fragments flying around did not appear. Instead, wisps of purple-gold sand drifted up, blurring the illusion of memory.

When everything had settled down again, the man who had been torn into pieces just now disappeared, and in his place was the Saint Maiden Miyin, who was leaning against the stone wall, looking at him with wide eyes, in panic.

Ok? ? ?

Your Highness the Saint, why did you come out?

Could it be that each layer of illusion actually depends on every person who enters it? Once they die, the corresponding illusion will disappear.

No, if that’s the case, then what about the strong man who chased Miyin and the Holy Son of Jiuji Xuan Palace?

After the death of these two people, purple-gold sand was raised. Does this mean that once one dies in this illusion or loses oneself, one will be captured by the illusion and become a puppet that can be controlled by the illusion?

"Boom!"

Qiu Yi felt that he might have guessed some clues, but before he could put them together, Saint Miyin had already picked up a big rock and smashed it on his head.

"I... Your Highness the Saint, what are you going to do?"

Qiu Yi's head was hard, so he was fine. However, the stone that Mi Yin picked up was broken into pieces on the ground.

"You big liar, you still want to deceive me!" Miyin was also stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, grabbed his collar and punched him in the chest.

Her eyes were red, her face was blue, and she wished she could cut Qiu Yi into pieces right there and then.

"Your Highness, please calm down. Let's talk nicely. Don't get yourself hurt by getting angry." The young man raised his hands high, allowing the girl to vent her anger as much as possible.

"I'm so mad at you! How could you do this to me?"

As the fight went on, the woman's frequency of swinging her fists slowed down, but her voice was filled with resentment and irritability.

"I'm here to explore the secret realm with you, not to be your mother's son or punching bag. Do you know how much I've suffered these days? Even my master has never beaten me like this."

As she spoke, Miyin was about to cry.

This is enough to illustrate how unbearable and difficult it is for these gifted sons and daughters to recall and talk about what happened to Qiu Yi in his youth.

"Don't cry, Saint. If you keep crying, your face will be bruised. Do you want to eat something first? Once you are full and have more strength, you can continue to beat me?"

Qiu Yi himself was also helpless. What the hell was going on? These girls broke into his memory, and he still needed to coax them. It didn't seem right just to think about it.

"I don't want to eat your food. I just want to eat your flesh and drink your blood." Miyin stared at him angrily.

"Okay, since Saint Miyin thinks so highly of me, then I can only follow the example of the Buddhist sages and cut my flesh to feed the eagle and sacrifice my body to feed the tiger..."

The young man sighed, but rolled up his sleeves neatly and put his arm to the mouth of Her Highness the Saint.

!!!

Such a turn of events stunned Miyin. Was that what she meant?

Could you please not be so blunt?

"Well, could it be that Her Highness the Saint is not interested in the flesh on my arm? Then how about..."

Qiu Yi thought about it, then started to take off his clothes, with a fearless attitude: "Where do you want to eat? Why don't you choose it yourself?"

(｀⌒?メ)

Miyin looked at him dimly, wanting to eat him alive.

Seeing this guy actually starting to take off his pants, the shy girl had never seen such a scene before, so she turned her head away and said angrily.

"I have no appetite. Seeing you spoils my mood. I'm not hungry anymore."

"Cuckoo..."

She had a strong mouth, but she was not strong at all.

→_→

"Cough cough."

Qiu Yi coughed twice to ease the awkwardness, took out another piece of food and invited again: "Your Highness, why don't you eat a few bites to fill your stomach first? Whatever you want to do, at least you have to have enough energy before you can do it."

"..."

As it turned out, Qing Fei was so hungry that there was no way Mi Yin, who was weaker than her, could survive.

The way he held the food and devoured it looked like a cute little squirrel, he couldn't stop.

"Slow down, Your Highness, don't eat so fast. Drink some Tianyue Spirit Wine to moisten your throat."

This spiritual wine was left over from Ling Qinghan, and Qiu Yi usually didn't want to drink it.

"Uh-huh."

Feeling the delicious food blooming on her tongue, Miyin's eyes were filled with tears. She had never thought that these ordinary foods could be so delicious.

This braised meat, this magical wine...

In the past, I really didn't know how lucky I was.

However, while eating, Her Highness the Saint suddenly froze on the spot.

Wait…wait a minute…

Sauce... Sauce meat?

Spirit...Spiritual brew?

His hands loosened, and the half-eaten braised meat and wine fell to the ground. Miyin suddenly hugged her knees with her hands, buried her little face in them, and sobbed softly.

This abnormal change made Qiu Yi stunned: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Doesn't the food taste good?"

"Go away, go away!"

Miyin raised her head, her beautiful face was now wet with tears.

She is a nun. When she was kissed by this guy a few days ago, she could say that he was targeting her on purpose. But now, she not only drank alcohol, but also ate meat, and it was all her own initiative.

She couldn't imagine what might happen next.

So this is ah!

Qiu Yi glanced at the braised meat and wine on the ground, and finally reacted.

Then he shook his head, sighed, and it happened again.

Should I go through the formalities or just scold her directly?

Just when the boy was still considering and feeling embarrassed, footsteps were heard and his mother walked over...

Mom, why don’t you look at yours?

Chapter 30 Do you have a masochistic tendency?

The moment he saw the person coming, Qiu Yi did not retreat and watch, but waved his hand and took away all the food, wine and other smells left on the scene.

He tried his best to recreate a scene he had never been to, and then he and Yuxiu in the qi sea all widened their eyes and stared at the woman with whom they might have the most intimate relationship.

"Xiao Yi, your uncle Yang sent a chicken. I made some soup to nourish you. Come and have a taste."

Unexpectedly, this time the woman did not whip with a gloomy face or scold loudly. Instead, she took out a food box from the basket in her hand with a peaceful expression and gently placed it in front of Miyin.

The food box was opened, and a faint vapor accompanied by an aroma floated in the air. Even though Qiu Yi couldn't smell the fragrance, looking at the oil floating in the bowl and the chicken that was so crispy and tender that it could be removed from the bone with just a bite, he could tell that this woman had put a lot of thought into this meal.

Qiu Yi looked at the woman, then at the chicken, thought about what the woman said, and his heart moved slightly.

There is indeed an uncle in the south of the village who raises some chickens and ducks, but there are definitely not many. However, he would take the initiative to send them to him to eat, which shows a bit of care and concern.